I've moved in with my friend from salsa. Right now I'm sitting in the kitchen with her and the guy who helped me move all my luggage over here, we're eating strawberries and Haagen Dazs ice cream and listening to random old songs on youtube. It's my second day here and I already feel ten times more at home than I ever did in my old place. I'm so gutted I can only stay til salsa friend's flatmate comes back, I would love so much to stay here forever.
So, it's American Independence day today and I spent the earlier part of the afternoon eating burgers with some of the Americans from the creative writing course. It was fun, but the jabs at me being English made me miss my Scottish man quite badly. He's been away for three days now and I seem to be coping okay, but then he has called me at least twice every one of those days. I don't want to think how much that must be costing him, but I seriously doubt he can keep it up for the whole month. It seems very likely that I will not cope so well when the day comes that he can't call me at all.
Today I read the worst written book I have ever seen. It was so bad it was almost painful, but at the same time it's kind of encouraging because if that rubbish can get published then I've got absolutely nothing to worry about! I mean there were huge chunks of it with just random words italicised, and the number of missing fullstops was phenomenal. It was a good lesson in how never EVER to write. It's going to the charity shop tomorrow, although I feel a bit guilty about inflicting it on someone else.
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