Living in the suburbs

Yesterday I swam, yes with the big guys, In the showers a guy told me: Hey, do you want to do something cool? (he said it in British I couldn’t recognize the words, but I somehow understood) He continued: Face the shower head turn it on and hold your breath until you feel you can’t hold it anymore. And I did it, don’t know why, but it was great the pressure of the water was strong and hit my face to the point I had to give up and relax my facial muscles… time pass I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t need to breathe I stopped until I couldn’t hold it anymore, weird!! It was kind of kinky, I am going to leave it there I certainly don’t need another sexual perversion in my pocket. I realized how much stress and wrinkles I can create.

Remember Shanti, the Hindu girl who comes with us to the pool, we went back to her house for a cup of tea, of course, and she told us all about her wedding plans, she described her dress and how much she is going to pay for her hair do (65 pounds God!!!)

They are fascinated with me, they keep telling me how smart I am (just because I go to the U) and at the same time I think: Smart? You guys own a house, you have a car parked in your door, a job from 8 to 5, you never work on Saturday or Sunday and have two weeks of vacation. Am I really smart?

Living in the suburbs is fascinating, because is a whole different world, my friends here keep asking me where did I go? Visiting the places through my experience, because they haven’t been in those places!!! They really don’t give a damn about Central London. They all work there but they don’t have any further interest. I figured the underground in no time while cool mom has used it three times in her lifetime. I have visited the museums and galleries and they are so many to go, and they keep asking me about them. They can not figure me out because: 1) I read thick books with no pictures, 2) I go to the museums and I find it fun, 3) I take a lot of pictures of random stuff, with no people in them, 4) I am over thirty and I am still studying, among many many other things.

Using the public transportation has been a very humbling experience. I believe it makes you stronger, rushing, running, pushing, sweating and defending your space. If I want to make the revolution this is a good training. I complained about the time I spend on it, but if I think about it this is just average, my dad drives one hour and a half one way to get to his job, so do my two brothers in law and my sister travels at least one hour one way. What the hell am I complaining of? This is the freaking city, though, complicated, chaotic and incredibly beautiful.

Cohabiting is so interesting to me, we have created a little family, wait… yeah!! We are getting to the point of feeling comfortable enough to complain about each other manias, that is great!!! Shinny told me last night that she doesn’t like how I do the washing, she has a whole system figure it out. Towels and linen of the same color in a long wash, darks with jeans only, whites and only whites, and she has four different products for each option. Way too much energy!! I told her that in US I do my washing in the communal laundry plus I wash everything together, she almost fainted I could see on her face the trace of horror.

Food and cooking is always times three, and Sweet boyfriend-dad picks me up and drops me off from and to the library (I am such a nerd!!!) He brought dinner last night, and even when I didn’t eat with them he bought three different desserts in individual packages. That just killed me, how sweet!!!


In the morning it was sooo funny, the three of us were rushing to get ready to go to work, you could see slippers, bath robes flying around and coffee cups going up and down. Shinny said: “hey hun what time do you get home” I didn’t answer even though I totally knew she was talking to me. Sweet Boyfriend answered: “ I still don’t know” and she rudely said: not you, my other hun. I was laughing and laughing…it was so funny. In a way I felt flattered.