It’s a joke among the American girls here that each one wants to meet a dashing British man during this semester. Well, today I acquired my Mr. Darcy.
Meet the houseplant that now lives on my windowsill:
I’ve had to make new homes in several cities in the last couples years: two years ago it was Boston for college, last summer it was Dallas for an internship, and now home is my flat in London.
One of my favourite ways to make a new place feel like home is buying a plant. It seems silly, but we aren’t allowed to put anything on the walls, and a houseplant really adds cheer to a room. I had a wonderful smelling flower-plant named Frederick in Boston, and a little rose bush named Charlie in Dallas. The problem, you see, is that my love of plants is equaled by my propensity for killing them. The English, though, are famous for their gardening abilities, so I’m hoping some of that luck rubs off on me this semester. My flat certainly seems more English with a plant – practically every building here has an entire blooming garden hanging out of every window!
Of course I also seek out bits of Texas…like Thursday my friends and I went to a Mexican restaurant that some Swedish guys we met in a bar recommended (a little bit of a sketchy story, I know). It was called “Wahaca” – I suppose the owners got tired of Brits mispronouncing Oaxaca. As you can see, while the atmosphere was nice, I was not convinced it was the same as real Tex-Mex!
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Stay tuned for the next blog post – tomorrow I’ll be going to the English countryside that inspired many of Jane Austen’s novels!
Adventures in the UK! 