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Life observations


I decided to make a list of observations I made here in my little London life the past month.

- Here on Stroud Green Road, Next to the Big Yellow car-wash  there was an injured pigeon walking the street, a cat was chasing it. The bird could not fly and had no chance, a man came and picked up the pigeon and moved him to a safe location, my faith in humanity was restored.

- I explained to the fire-alarm, (as it went off) not to worry- it was only burned toast.

- If you observe me you will find that I always apologies to furniture I bump into. As I hit my toe I will most likely say something along these lines; "I'm sorry.. Ouuch.. &%#?, Ouuch.. And then I laugh or cry depending on the damage. I wonder how I would react if the door suddenly replied with a British politeness,

- I am starting to realize that I am a little bit of Ted Mosby, Bridget Jones and the foxes that scream outside my window at night, non of them never give up on whatever they are fighting for.

- In English I still say "like" alot, and I don't like that.

- Costumers at the pub who bring their empty plates to the kitchen door, even though it is my job to clean up, it warms the heart to serve people who know and have a heart for us working in hospitality.

- Community feel in this neighborhood of mine, Crouch end is golden <3

- I am sometimes very shy and awkward even around people that make me smile, making new friends in a new town and foreign language is always a bit scary, Even for someone who just goes for it knows that. But getting to be apart of all this- is and will always be worth it. 

- Do not open up the dust collector of your vacuum cleaner while it is on, you end up with a graveyard in your bedroom. Best wishes, someone with resent experience.

- Police officers in London are still a bit like in the old movies (there was an incident two blocks away with 25 of them on the street) and don't worry it wasn't that bad.. more like a day when not much else was going on. I'm pretty sure they carried those wooden baseball things.

- I keep collecting colorful summer dresses from charity shops with garden parties on my mind. I'm still without a date and have yet to take part in a classical British garden event. 

- The man who sorts the veggies at the Tesco Fresh Section will give you date night advice. Thank you dear stranger.

- I get awfully cranky and emotional when on my period. If I`ve ever said anything different I lied. I'm a mess and I cry a river... and eat way to much dairy.. I'm lactose intolerant. But Cheesecake.

- The time at the pub when we all stood next to the bar fridge and the door fell down. I applauded.

- A man with an umbrella as a hat inviting by walkers for a free game of chess, Shoreditch.

- I had a 2 hour chat with a girlfriend about life mess over a can of Dalston Cola in the lobby of an independent movie theater. A pigeon (yes there's more than one here) flew in and a man climbed up to the sealing to capture and release the frightened fellow. He is my new hero. The pigeon I mean. 

- Chicken Nuggets Fuck Off (said a big mural of s street art with a dude holding a smoke).

- Wherever I turn my head here there seems to be Finnish people. Especially the bus, Underground, Tiger of Copenhagen and a few bars in Brighton.

- I'm good at baking cinnamon buns. 

- I landed my dream internship at a literary agency, when less than a year had passed since the idea of starting a career within books had first entered my mind (which yet again, blows my mind). I will work with translation licenses for Scandinavian literary fiction for 6 weeks, in Helsinki. I have since left my Sales assistant job behind. 

- Girltalks with the ones that support you through every stupid or less stupid idea are the best cure and floating device.

- Banana-flies like wine mixed with Indian tonic water. It is on the coffee-table next to me.

- Do the bloody Cervical Screening. It is your right, for your health, and for that reminder text to stop popping up on your phone every month. You can do it <3 !

- There is this blue tulip dress that looks like a canvas painting that I really want to get. The money goes to my local homeless shelter.

- Last night I dreamed that I had a bun in the oven, It was a cinnamon bun. I guess this tells me that I eat to much gluten. It was in my tummy.

What have you observed in your life surroundings ?

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