Something that I’m still learning to appreciate.
I’m quite surprised that I’m wiling to add it to the warm-herby-dark solution that is infused in the British culture.
They call it cuppa…I mean, most of them do. My Line Manager does and tends to offer me one right before our meetings. Her Line Manager does the same. It’s like a competition of who has the most stained cup.
I wasn’t sure about it in the beginning – now I tend to drink it at least 4 times a week. No sugar please.
I’m also trying to figure out the language, given that my Swedish husband is a lot better at it than I am. I’m good at grammar, but my spelling has changed tremendously since I arrived in the UK 2 years ago. I’ve learned North American English before but right now sounds ‘a bit weird’ for me.
I can see that my brain tries to reproduce British sounds as it’s so used to listen to them by now, only to make it sound like I have some kind of speech delay. Then I try the US spelling again – more frustration comes with it’s sounds.
It’s funny how mentally tiring it can be to live as a foreigner, not only because you still have to do everything you had to do before but also because you add a new world of experiences having no idea how to deal with most of the situations that arise (oh yeah, also, in another language).
Even though every day feels like a constant struggle, I wouldn’t change a thing. This country looks amazing and has such a rich culture! It has taken us in and been good for us. We’ve lived in London, studied in Oxford and now we’re wondering where life will take us. It’s been a pretty exciting life for a young couple that have arrived with two bags of clothes a couple of years ago. We still don’t have much but we’re building it – trying to take every day at a time (mostly failed attempts of doing so).
For now I’ve just decided to sit down and write a blog post whilst having a cuppa. As I said, I’m still learning as I am pretty sure my tea-making-skill is something to be criticized – quite weak.