The one thing that I really miss right now is my fully stocked kitchen. I want my pots and pans, my dishes, my cooking utensils. Gosh, I miss that right now. I just made supper and I thought of all the possibilities of what I could do with it and none of them can happen, cause I don't have my kitchen. But I will learn to cope with what I have. And it will grow over time. Eventually I'll get a cookie sheet. And maybe some day I'll make cookies. I just need to get settled in.
Another complaint is the water pressure. I'm sure that if Dr. Bob was reading this he would say "I told you so." See, when I came to England before the water pressure wasn't too bad. This one really is. Cause I'm half way up a hill, on the third floor. It trickles out of the shower head. I wonder if there is a someone of some kind that I can bribe to get more water pressure. Hmm. Something to contemplate.
I really need to unpack my stuff. It is sitting in my suitcases on the floor just begging to be unpacked. But I can't bring myself to do it. I am perfectly fine digging through my stuff. But it won't be fine forever. Maybe this just seems like camp or a small vacation right now and I haven't fully accepted what I have chosen to do. I'm sure that realization will come some time, but I don't foresee it happening very soon. Or you can just look at it as I don't haven any hangers to put stuff on. And I'm waiting to get them. But once I have them, there is no excuse. I guess that the drama will unfold in the next episode of "The Life of Kristen."
Oh, here is my snail mail address:
Kristen Olson-Jones
A309
Clydesdale Rise
Clydesdale Ave
Exeter
EX4 4QX
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