All you need when moving to a new country is a friendly environment. If instead of being homesick on your couch in front of the TV, you’re enjoying life with people who you appreciate, it’s just like home anywhere on the globe, right? Don’t get me wrong; I do miss you guys, from France and the USA. But life is easy in good company.
So last Friday, when the fellows from the lab invited me to join them to the pub, it really felt awesome. Not only because it means that this is a very welcoming, but also (and mostly) because we finally found a place on earth where researcher 30+ years behave like normal people or if you will like undergraduate students: you know the ones who have a life, before science totally sucks the joy out of them? Anyway. A night at the pub is always nice. It reminded me of the Imperial College bar. Wide open: just a roof on your head, cheap but good beer, ordered by the JOG (note here: a new world in my Australian vocabulary J). A nice and cool beer by a warm night is just another optimistic note paving the way of our better life. |
| the deck, one door away from our bedroom |
Other big news from last week: after ten days of intense visits, negotiations and paperwork, we finally got a brand-new set of 26 keys (the landlord obviously has some key-related OCD issues), and moved into our new home over the weekend. It is very much empty as our belongings are still at sea, but it was lovely (do I sound Australian? “Oh it’s Llov’lee” J) to place our summer clothes in the built-in closets. The garden looks like a Kew Garden greenhouse, it smells and sounds like rainforest. The view from our exotic terrace is breath-taking, and the kids are happy to have some space to express themselves.
Definitely the best of both words: London in the sun = GOD BLESS THE QUEEN!
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| the house |
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| the view from the deck! |
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