Ugh. This house is full of gross surprises, but this one may be our fault. My husband was bachelor to the extreme, didn't own a vacuum and just used a lil dust buster type vacuum for the lil things at his old flat. I cleaned the second I moved in to the extent I could. But I still don't have the spare cash to buy a proper vacuum so I've been telling him pretty much since I moved it needs to become our next priority. Today I found tiny mealworms in the shower. (possibly carpet beetle larvae, possibly grain beetles, they're pretty close in appearance) We need to vacuum every freaking surface of this house stat. The ants at least have already disappeared... We put a carpet over the loose wood and I think the light was attracting em because they pretty much immediately stopped after that.
I feel like life in the UK is a never ending battle for the things I spent years making sure I had in the US. I'm currently wishing my husband had been the one to make the jump, or that I had a full time job so I could just go buy everything I need to be content again. I hate having to rely on someone else, and I hate not having the most basic things to live (like a desk, a laundry basket, not huge asks but I'd been living in the almost negative waiting for my house to sell.) blah!
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Ugh, it is so hard. I promised you awhile ago to tell you about my first day in the UK.
I was picked up at the airport by a car service and taken to my corporate housing in Reading. Strong tail winds meant my flight was earlier than expected, but not crazy early. Anyways the UK had just had the worst winter weather in like a million billion years and a lot of places still had snow and things weren't fully functioning yet.
Car drops me and my gigantic bags off at the corporate housing. I have to climb a flight of stairs to get to the door. No one there. It's obviously not anything like I expected. I had been in corporate housing a few times before in the USA and there's always someone in reception. Not here. It was just a random flat in a building of homeowners and renters. None of whom were entering or exiting via the main front door (parking garage under the building). I had no phone, as I was just arriving in the UK. Didn't have a work phone yet or a UK mobile phone. I had no phone number for the corporate housing people anyways as I figured someone would be there. So I sat on the steps for 2.5 hours in the biting cold, waiting for them to show up. We won't talk about how tired I was considering I had been awake for over 24 hours. I couldn't go anywhere due to my giant bags.
Dude finally shows up and let's me into the flat. Well, it had been freezing and the heat wasn't on. So the flat was the same temperature as outside. And he couldn't get the heat on. The boiler was not working. Great! I emptied my suitcases onto the bed and burrowed under everything to try to get a couple of hours of sleep. It was SOOO cold.
That afternoon I walked to the town center to get some food for the place. Found an M&S. I got a pizza and lasagna. I was weirded out by the pizza and lasagna being refrigerated and not frozen.
I get back and put the pizza in the oven. I take a bite. I am horrified to discover the pizza was BAD. It tasted so off. So I threw it away and put the lasagna in. It had a white runny sauce on top that was watery and gross looking. I didn't eat it. I then went to bed hungry. That was my welcome to Britain!
So there *are* advantages of having a partner here that can help guide you. Now I LOVE M&S pizza and lasagna. I've discovered my first trys weren't "off" they were just different. LOL!
And when I moved in with my now-husband he had a strict no shoe rule in his house. BUT HE HAD NEVER ONCE VACUUMED HIS STAIRS. Because no one wore shoes so they weren't dirty....
They were a different color when I was done with them.
How's the job search going? I know we started to talk about it last night but were interrupted by new comers.
