As I unpacked my many clothes from my bags I realised something...I may have all these clothes, but where the hell am I going to put them all! I had a walk in robe back in Australia that I didn't have to share with anyone, and now I have one small wardrobe that I have to share with Dean....crap!
Dean must have read my mind as I was thinking this because he said "don't worry, there is heaps of wardrobe space in the house in Romford. We will take most of your stuff there". Thank god! Haha.
As you can all imagine, dean and I had some quality time together before we decided that because it was such a lovely sunny day and nearly lunchtime we would take some rolls and go down to somewhere they call the RSPB, which is a bird sanctuary with beautiful gardens and a really old house which was built in around 1840. Something you would never get in Australia!
It was beautiful! It just made smile, as these places are just one of the big reasons why I moved to this country. I love beautiful old estates and gardens. Dean and I always said when we move in together that we would do lots of picnics, so I was thrilled we did it on the first day!
I bought a new SLR camera before I left and this trip was perfect to test it out! However after a couple of clicks I realised what most camera rookies learn...it's not just the amazing camera that gives you good shots, it's the person handling the camera as well! Next on my list, enrol in a camera course!
Dean and I decided to feed some little goldfish in the pond in one of the main gardens. Except, in true Dean and I's style, the little goldfish got bigger and bigger until they were the size of a small dog! We were like "awwww, little fishes....holy shit is that some kind of mutated killer fish?!".
Next we were off to visit Dean's Dad at his shop to say hi before we headed off to our friends house for a cuppa before heading to his Mum's for an early dinner. (Yeah, big day!)
Dean's dad looks like George Clooney, so much so that his nickname is George Clooney! He is lovely too, and since I hadn't communicated with his since a year ago when I was out visiting Dean as he doesn't use Facebook, it was really nice to see him again.
Dean's Dad's work is in the centre of town which was only a 5-10 min walk from Dean's, correction, our house. The town is tiny and is one of those where all the little shops are privately owned and run. Everyone knows everyone; for example I pretty much said to Dean that he should just walk with his arm in the wave position as it would save him time and effort putting it up and down waving at everyone he knew that drove past. I think he loved that he looked so popular ;P
We were off to our friends house for the afternoon. I say "our" friends because I befriended SL last year when I was in England and her family, dean and i went out to lunch. We have been Facebook messaging each other ever since! However, meeting for the first time in over a year since we saw each other was kind of nerve racking....i guess the way you feel about a first date! you know..the whole would she like me in person, what if there were awkward silences, what if we just didn't 'vibe' like we did in writing?! Well, I am happy to tell you all that our first date went VERY well! It was such a lovely afternoon. As soon as we opened our mouths SL and I got on like we had been friends forever. Her husband, DL, was so lovely too, but of course he would be since he is one of Dean's best friends. He is a mod like Dean too, so it was so fun seeing Dean immerse himself in mod talk! Which pretty much includes Paul Weller, scooters & sideburns!
As we left we organised a dinner for the next Saturday, which means i got 'asked out on a secound date' - they liked me, they really liked me!!
It was weird, I was feeling great, which was amazing since it was 1:00am in the morning in Australia and I had already been up for 12 hours and it was only 4:00pm!
This was a great thing as we were off to Dean's Mum and BHs' house for dinner with his sister, PC, and some of the rest of the family and some friends.
It was such a lovely night meeting everyone I hadn't met and having a drink and a catchup and chat. However, about the drink...lets just say I am a LIGHTWEIGHT! You see, in England they are very good at playing hostess, unlike us selfish bastards in oz ;P Whenever they get up for a drink for themselves, they will always ask you if you want a top up aswell. This is such a nice thing and I love how they are so attentive. The onlything I have to work at is; a) not drinking so bloody fast! You see I have ALWAYS drunk really fast...if I have a drink in my hand or I front of me it will be gone in about 2 seconds flat, alcoholic or NOT alcoholic (no, I'm not an alco!). B) saying NO! I don't know if its coz I'm new and hate saying no or what, but that two letter word seems to have escaped my vocabulary since arriving in England. I alway just say "why not". Well...the hangover I had the next day is why not! Haha.
Well, you know how I said I was feeling great! Lets just say that by 9:30pm that night I was far from feeling great! I thought it was the jet lag...but everyone else there that night would say it was the near whole bottle of wine I drank that made me feel so out of it and tired... Whatever it was, Dean had to take me home to bed not long after 9:30. I was just lucky that going home meant only a walk 5 mins around the corner...you couldn't do that in Australia! You walk everywhere in Dean's town coz everything is so close...that's a good and bad thing - good coz means you don't have to drive and can always have a drink. Bad coz means you don't have to drive and you can always drink.....and end up in my state :S
I must say I did love how I finally had my boy there to take me home and cuddle up to (or pass out next to). You know when you have had an amazing night out with your friends and you are a little tipsy and love that you can go home and hop into bed with your partner and cuddle feeling loved and thinking to yourself "god I'm glad I have this amazing person to come home to". Well as I was in a long distance relationship I didn't have that at all. That's the thing with LDR's, they are a mix of both being single and being in a relationship. Like when you overlap two circles, one being lifestyles of a person in a relationship and the other being the lifestyle of a single person and the bit where they overlap is what makes up the lifestyle of a person in an LDR....and usually, it's all the shit part from both! You don't get ask to go out on the town with your single friends coz your in a relationship, but then you don't get asked to the couples dinners coz your other half isn't physically present, you have the normal standard everyday couple fights, but you have those lonely Friday and Saturday nights when everyone is on date night. This is all fine, and I am not asking you to get the violins out for me, but I guess what I am trying to say is that even though I might miss the small things, like hunsmans, I am so much more excited and content knowing I now have those little things I missed in Australia, like my boyfriend helping me home after a big night and tucking me into bed!
* mod - http://www.themodgeneration.co.uk/2009/04/mod-style.html
rceiling watching this one daddy long legs spider walk from one side to the other wondering to myself "do they have any hunsmans in England?". You probably think i am a weirdo for thinking that, but its those little things that keep throughing me and they get me thinking about how big of a thing it was to move countries. I guess its because i have really thought and delt with the big stuff in my own way, but its those small little things, like what spiders exist or dont exist, that really through you, and even though you hate them in your home country, you miss them when you are in a new one and they arent there. I guess i can relate that to when youre on holidays and you meet someone from your home country; if you were at home you wouldnt even think about saying hi, but if you are abroad you always feel that need to say hi, as they make you feel that tiny bit closer to the comforts and familiarity of home. However, this place is now where I will call home...this room is now my room...this new life is now my life....and I am living with a boy! I don't know which of those was more weirdness a scary!As I unpacked my many clothes from my bags I realised something...I may have all these clothes, but where the hell am I going to put them all! I had a walk in robe back in Australia that I didn't have to share with anyone, and now I have one small wardrobe that I have to share with Dean....crap!
Dean must have read my mind as I was thinking this because he said "don't worry, there is heaps of wardrobe space in the house in Romford. We will take most of your stuff there". Thank god! Haha.
As you can all imagine, dean and I had some quality time together before we decided that because it was such a lovely sunny day and nearly lunchtime we would take some rolls and go down to somewhere they call the RSPB, which is a bird sanctuary with beautiful gardens and a really old house which was built in around the early 1700s. Something you would never get in Australia!
It was beautiful! It just made smile, as these places are just one of the big reasons why I moved to this country. I love beautiful old estates and gardens. Dean and I always said when we move in together that we would do lots of picnics, so I was thrilled we did it on the first day!
I bought a new SLR camera before I left and this trip was perfect to test it out! However after a couple of clicks I realised what most camera rookies learn...it's not just the amazing camera that gives you good shots, it's the person handling the camera as well! Next on my list, enrol in a photography course! Dean and I decided to feed some little goldfish in the pond in one of the main gardens. Except, in true Dean and I's style, the little goldfish got bigger and bigger until they were the size of a small bloody dog! We were like "awwww, little fishes....holy shit is that some kind of mutated killer fish?!".
Next we were off to visit Dean's Dad at his shop to say hi before we headed off to our friends house for a cuppa before heading to his Mum's for an early dinner. (Yeah, big day!)
Dean's dad looks like George Clooney, so much so that his nickname is...... you got it, George Clooney! He is lovely too, and since I hadn't communicated with his since a year ago when I was out visiting Dean as he doesn't use Facebook, it was really nice to see him again.
Dean's Dad's work is in the centre of town which was only a 5-10 min walk from Dean's, correction, our house. The town is tiny and is one of those where all the little shops are privately owned and run. Everyone knows everyone; for example I pretty much said to Dean that he should just walk with his arm in the wave position as it would save him time and effort putting it up and down waving at everyone he knew that drove past. I think he loved that he looked so popular ;P
We were off to our friends house for the afternoon. I say "our" friends because I befriended SL and DL last year when I was in England and we all went out to lunch. SL and I Facebook messaging each other ever since! However, meeting for the first time in over a year since we saw each other was kind of nerve racking....i guess the way you feel about a first date! you know..the whole would she like me in person, what if there were awkward silences, what if we just didn't 'vibe' like we did in writing?! Well, I am happy to tell you all that our first date went VERY well! It was such a lovely afternoon. As soon as we opened our mouths SL and I got on like we had been friends forever. Her husband, DL, was so lovely too, but of course he would be since he is one of Dean's best friends. He is a mod like Dean too, so it was so fun seeing Dean immerse himself in mod talk! Which pretty much includes Paul Weller, scooters & sideburns!
As we left we organised a dinner for the next Saturday, which means i got 'asked out on a secound date' - they liked me, they really liked me!!
It was weird, I was feeling great, which was amazing since it was 1:00am in the morning in Australia and I had already been up for 12 hours and it was only 4:00pm!
This was a great thing as we were off to Dean's Mum and BHs' house for dinner with his sister, PC, and some of the rest of the family and some friends.
It was such a lovely night meeting everyone I hadn't met and having a drink and a catchup and chat. However, about the drink...lets just say I am a LIGHTWEIGHT! You see, in England they are very good at playing hostess, unlike us selfish bastards in oz ;P Whenever they get up for a drink for themselves, they will always ask you if you want a top up aswell. This is such a nice thing and I love how they are so attentive. The only thing I have to work at is; a) not drinking so bloody fast! You see I have ALWAYS drunk really fast...if I have a drink in my hand or in front of me it will be gone in about 2 seconds flat, alcoholic or NOT alcoholic (no, I'm not an alco!). B) saying NO! I don't know if its coz I'm new and hate saying no or what, but that two letter word seems to have escaped my vocabulary since arriving in England. I alway just say "why not". Well...the hangover I had the next day is why not! Haha.
Well, you know how I said I was feeling great! Lets just say that by 9:30pm that night I was far from feeling great! I thought it was the jet lag...but everyone else there that night would say it was the near whole bottle of wine I drank that made me feel so out of it and tired... Whatever it was, Dean had to take me home to bed not long after 9:30. I was just lucky that going home meant only a walk 5 mins around the corner...you couldn't do that in Australia! You walk everywhere in Dean's town coz everything is so close...that's a good and bad thing - good coz means you don't have to drive and can always have a drink. Bad coz means you don't have to drive and you can always drink.....and end up in my state :S
I must say I did love how I finally had my boy there to take me home and cuddle up to (or pass out next to). You know when you have had an amazing night out with your friends and you are a little tipsy and love that you can go home and hop into bed with your partner and cuddle feeling loved and thinking to yourself "god I'm glad I have this amazing person to come home to". Well as I was in a long distance relationship I didn't have that at all. That's the thing with LDR's, they are a mix of both being single and being in a relationship. Like when you overlap two circles, one being lifestyles of a person in a relationship and the other being the lifestyle of a single person and the bit where they overlap is what makes up the lifestyle of a person in an LDR....and usually, it's all the shit part from both! You don't get ask to go out on the town with your single friends coz your in a relationship, but then you don't get asked to the couples dinners coz your other half isn't physically present, you have the normal standard everyday couple fights, but you have those lonely Friday and Saturday nights when everyone is on date night. This is all fine, and I am not asking you to get the violins out for me, but I guess what I am trying to say is that even though I might miss the small things, like hunsmans, I am so much more excited and content knowing I now have those little things I missed in Australia, like my boyfriend helping me home after a big night and tucking me into bed!
* mod - http://www.themodgeneration.co.uk/2009/04/mod-style.html
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