1. The impression I will never ever settle.
2. The horrible houses we saw when house hunting. I don’t mean to judge other people’s lifestyle, but I wonder how some people can survive with so much clutter around.
3. I can’t find anything of the things I have brought with me.
4. Maybe point 3 is because some of the things I did bring with me are not useful, while what I actually needed is packed in one of my hundred (a bit more actually) boxes, which at the moment are sitting more than a thousand kilometers away. And then I judge other people’s clutter.
5. I brought no spices. I don’t want to buy rubbish, stale supermarket ones, just to find myself with doubles. The ones I have missed the most? Chili. Cumin. Paprika. I have given up and bought chili today.
6. I have no natural light to photograph dishes. But this does not matter because my big, awesome DSRL is sitting at more than a thousand kilometers away. Anyway, this does not matter. I am cooking survival food, and it already feels like an ordeal. Anybody needs a recipe for pasta al pomodoro with tasteless tinned tomatoes?
7. Why oh why do British people have to be surrounded by carpet, of all things?
8. I have no coffee machine. This could be included in number 4, but hey, my blog is called La caffettiera rosa, in case you have not noticed. No caffettiera!
9. I have six mobile phones at the moment lined up on the desk close to me. Six. I wonder how on Earth this became my life. And I even know most of their numbers by heart. And they all need to be charged and working, in case there is some emergency in one of the corners of the world we’re related to.
10. I had to leave my cats behind for the moment and even though I’m going to see them soon, I really miss having them around. They break tension so much when you need it.
Ok, I admit it. I am moaning. Here are ten things I am very happy about/ deeply grateful for:
1. The sea. And the number of sailing boats in it.
2. Sunshine in the UK. You can’t help loving it.
3. Working internet connection on the temporary accommodation. A million problems solved in one go.
4. Being able to speak English, instead of having to make do with my stuttering German. I don’t mind my accent on English. At least I can express what I want to say. And the people here have probably the clearest accent in history.
5. The English countryside.
6. When driving here we passed yet another hill and Stonehenge appeared. Breathtaking.
7. I already have a job, which I’ve kept all the time through the moves. It does makes things more tiring because I have to worry about work now, but at least there is no added pressure from not having an income in this moment. I should never forget how lucky I am.
8. I did bring my German knife. And a chopping board. And my pressure cooker. And my olive oil and dried tomatoes. They make cooking bearable.
9. The place we moved to, Plymouth, is actually very nice. Tons of things to do, places to discover… If only we had a little time. And people are so friendly, you could make friends with anyone. The guy on one of the houses we saw yesterday spent ten minutes showing off his home-made wine, 26% volume. Eek. Thankfully he did not offer a taste.
10. And of course, the person I’m sharing this adventure with. I would and could not do it without him.
Disclaimer: random order here. I’m too tired to think of ordering, but I already feel much better by writing it all down. I still have a couple of positive or at least ‘not negative’ to add ( I really don’t mind driving on the other side of the road, after the initial panic; garden peas, how sweet can they be?). And now that I think about it, maybe another negative or two – the bread, how chemical can it taste?
I will survive. I hope.