Anything Could Happen

It's been a week. It doesn't feel like a week, though. It feels like anything but a week. It's a lot more than just a week and it's far less than a whole week — confusing. Like I'd been here for ages, but like this was just the very beginning (which it of course is). Know the feeling? I've seen and learned so much, but got so much to see and learn. For now I've been just fine spending most of my spare time on my own. As much as I enjoy the company of my lovely self, I'm starting to think I really wouldn't mind some other company, too. It's somewhat difficult to hang out with the other waiters because we all work at different times (when we're not ALL working) and I'm the only one of us living on the 2nd floor. We'll see.

As I told you, I had two free days. Ah, they were well needed! On Monday I wandered around the town realising it is located between green hills and the sea. Not bad. I was delighted to finally find my local HMV. It's for sure the kind of store I would marry if you could marry a store. There are at least two must-have albums going to be released in a month: Mumford & Sons, "Babel", and Ellie Goulding, "Halcyon". Luckily enough tomorrow is payday... It's crazy how many of the bands only few Finnish people know are almost mainstream in England. That is to say, pretty much every band I listen to. (Does that make ME English mainstream, btw?) I discovered Boots and some other basic stores. I grabbed fish & chips for dinner and was slightly disappointed for the people working in the Fish&Chips place weren't British. I'm starting to sound like a racist, aren't I? Well, I most definitely don't mean to! It's just.. hello? Great Britain, British people? No? 

In the evening, looking through the TV guide of The Daily Mail I had bought earlier that day I discovered an interesting romantic drama called Leaving on ITV1 and watched it on the internet. Surprisingly, the setting was a hotel and one of the two main characters was a waiter. There were Polish girls working. Even the toast racks were exactly like the ones we use. I was like what is this sorcery! It was clearly a sign, I was meant to watch it. Even if all British hotels were more or less the same. I thought I'd watch some more TV so I watched an episode of Miranda. Not many comedies literally make you laugh out loud but Miranda's one. I absolutely LOVE her. I'm going to buy a DVD box.

On Tuesday I had decided to finally clean and organize my room. I rubbed the filthy sink and dug out someone else's long, brownish hair, disgusting, hoovered the carpet, even washed the windows. After that I took every last thing out of my suitcase and placed it somewhere. It's a thousand times nicer in here now and it feels more like home! And so it is, as it hit me one day, I'M NOT A TOURIST. When I had finished my room I rewarded myself by walking to the pier to see the sunset for the first time. It was ridiculously beautiful, and I was more than happy not having listened to the little voice inside my head telling me not to bring my camera along.

Somehow I feel frustrated. Perhaps I should go outside right now, it's still sunny. It's such a horrible waste to be inside while it's relatively warm out there cause it won't last for long. I'll probably regret it later. I have time and (compared to last week) energy. The reason why I'm not rushing out the door all the time is that I don't exactly know where to go. The pier again? M&S? I do need groceries. I mean, I could go to loads of places not having seen all of the town yet. But it would be just aimless wandering around, looking lost. Not to say there's anything wrong with that. Anyway, not today. What I'm really trying to say is that it's in my own hands. Sitting in my room for the next six months doesn't necessarily get me very far. I need to get out. Because only then...

Ellie Goulding - Anything Could Happen (kersaystävällinen versio)