Today I had an interesting conversation with a classmate:
“Do you feel more British now?” she asked.
“Umm… well I eat British food and use British expressions. I mean, I still feel American and I still have an accent but… yeah, I guess I feel more comfortable.”
” I think so. You don’t stick out quite as much anymore.”
So it sounds like my attempt to assimilate is going pretty well. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’ve resigned myself to calling eggplants aubergines and sidewalks pavement. Sometimes I even pronounce water with at in the middle. And (once in a while) I call the garAGE a GARage.
Still, there are things that I haven’t gotten used to. For example, the weather keeps throwing me curveballs.
Me: “Oh look! Spring has come. I’ve got a good feeling about it this time.”
Friend-who-knows-better: “Yeah, don’t be fooled.”
Me: “Look at the flowers and the sun!!! This is definitely spring.”
Yesterday I walked outside in a skirt and t-shirt because it was gloriously sunny. By the time I got to my destination (30 minutes away), I had been rained on, hailed on, and snowed on. Five minutes after I arrived I pointed at the window to complain about the horrid weather and, sure enough, it was sunny again.
Despite the bipolar weather, I love this time of year. Lectures are coming to an end and revision period is beginning. Sure, there is the stress of deadlines and exams to deal with, but thanks to the fact that the British switch the order of days and months when they sign dates (and I am constantly confused), I am a good chunk ahead on homework. I feel like I learn about 5x more per a minute when I am writing essays than when I am attending lectures and seminars. Plus, even though I should be studying all day, the lack of lectures makes me more flexible to hang out with the other Christian uni students. Studying together is a blast.
We do actually study sometimes, I promise.
I am feeling more comfortable now. In fact, I’ve even begun trying some new adventures. This month I started taking Krav Maga classes. I love it, however, I do occasionally question why I am paying good money for two hours of torture and exchanging sweat with random strangers. Last week we were practicing how to disarm someone if they point a gun at you. My partner wanted to dive into the drama of practicing ‘real-world’ situations.
Amelia – “Give me your husband, your children, and your cat!”
Me – “NOT THE CAT!” *pushes gun outward and into her chest, locks her into position, fake punches thrice and then disarms the gun*.
Before I sign off I just wanna testify real quick of the Lord’s sweet and detailed care for me. This week my first nephew is due to be born. Also, my brother and sister-in-law are visiting Charlotte. I was afraid that, all things considered, I was gonna suffer from major homesickness. This morning as I was walking to town I randomly found soldiers conducting a memorial ceremony involving military men dressed in full traditional regalia pushing goats (also dressed in full military regalia) around. I asked three different groups of people what was happening and nobody knew. Eventually, I figured out that it was some kind of memorial for some battle a hundred years ago.
Then I met an eccentric old Welsh man at the traffic stop who told me funny stories, including but not limited to the time he got ‘electrocuted by fascists’ aka tased by the police. After that, I met a sweet Canadian woman and we complained together about Brits complaining about the weather. All in all, it was just a hilarious and fun day. Even though I do love my family and wish I could be with them during this incredible time, the Lord is showing me how privileged I am to be here in Europe and has saved me from pitying myself too much.
All in all, life in Wales is good. Also, I am so happy to back to this blog. I am hoping to get back into regular blogging again now that lectures are over and I have time to catch-up on writing.