Home sweet home

Coming back from Nottingham yesterday was the first time I had the feeling of being excited to go “home”  and having home mean Brighton. It was and is strange and indicative of the fact that maybe-maaaybe-I’m getting used to this place, and may even like it a tad. Home. Or maybe just a different version of it.

So Nottingham, eh? After that big night out on Friday, we slept in (almost wrote “had a lie-in” like Jon/british people say, but Americanized it for the fam and friends at home that I assume make up most of my dear readers, haha) and slowly ventured out for some shopping. It was, again, rainy and cold-like every day I was up North! But Penny knew of so many fabulous vintage/second hand/all around awesome shops that I was pleased as punch. Unfortunately it turned into one of those things where I wanted to save my money and skipped buying interesting things in the beginning in hopes I’d find something cooler later-only to regret that decision when the shops closed and I’d bought nothing. At least I saved money? But I’d carefully budgeted! Ah…disappointment. image

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Since Saturday was actually Penny’s birthday, we went out to an amazing curry dinner with a bunch of her friends. Seriously, ridiculously tasty. I was dying of pleasure. And it was cheap! The English south-or at least Sussex- is so expensive, I think I’ve gotten used to it (not like I have much to compare to) so the differences in prices was a pleasant surprise. image

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After dinner was, you guessed it, another night out!  Dancing and drinking a giant drink out of a sand castle bucket. For real. I had to cab it home before the birthday girl because-let’s face it-I’m old and can’t stay out so late multiple nights in a row. Not like I cut out all that early, it was 2 am! I was falling asleep on the dance floor. So yes, Penny is a professional birthday party lady. I taxied home alone to her house and freaked myself out with thoughts of someone breaking in while I was the only one there. But I had a train to catch in the morning! I needed to sleep! And even though British pubs close really early, like midnight or earlier, British clubs stay open foreverrrrrrrr. imageSo that’s about it! I woke up early. My 5 hour train ride home was infinitely more pleasant than my bus ride up. Lesson learned! Worth the extra money and much faster ( and it’s surprisingly not a huge difference in price, so I won’t be playing the cheap hero next time). Of course today Penny tells me that Nottingham was gorgeous and sunshiney and full of win, so I guess I just have bad travel luck (such as that Norris family holiday to Derbyshire a few summers ago…rained the whole time!). I have to say-I like the North. Thanks for a good time Penny and Nottingham and all the lovely people therein!image

Oh hey creepy smoke stack/nuclear reactor/ cooling towers. You look diabolical. I still think you are.

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Famous Nottingham lions of some sort? image

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Homeward travels, hanging out in various London tube stations. image

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And finally it was home sweet home. The sun was shining and Jon made me one of his best dishes-halloumi Wellington. Nom nom nom. I missed him so! And I, apparently, missed my home, Brighton. I love to be beside the seaside, as they say. imageAnd today I started my new job! It was hectic and satisfying, and it is the fanciest dressed group of ESL teachers that I have ever met so I need to step up my sartorial game. A welcome challenge. I have gone from some freelance writing and a lot of downtime, to a regular job plus freelance writing and it’s going to be a big transition. I hope I’m ready.

 

5 thoughts on “Home sweet home

  1. Jon

    I’m surprised you didn’t visit platform 9 and three quarters at Kings Cross (yes they have one now).

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    1. Ashley Post author

      I’m not THAT lame Jon. I would only do that if i were on the official Harry Potter tour!

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  2. yodaddy

    hope you’re ready? you have been and always shall be ready! kickass,take names, succeed!!! je t’aime.lyb,d

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