So I am back from New York, and once again in the cushy softness of home....and what a relief it is! What can I tell you about my year in New York...well...basically...it was aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalright, okay, bit stressful, bit....nerve wrecking....there were many times I cried into a bag of Oreos....but then again, there were also times when tramps stole my shoes...so...all in all it worked out for the best!
However other than it being all right I am glad to be back...so glad to be back in fact that I will not be partaking in any international learning exchanges for quite some time...perhaps....forever. Because...well...it's really nice to be around people who are a) aware of my existence and b) don't think I'm a total nit wit! Old friends who forgive me my trespasses, dogs that will fart on me then lick my face, mums that will emotionally blackmail me into tidying my room, brothers who smoke all my cigarettes, pubs that serve luke warm wine, a double bed so soft feathers dissolve into it...shops that sell dresses for a pound...FISHANDCIPSCURRYCHINESEROASTDINNERSCUPSOFTEA and the prettiest money I ever did see! Yes, Britain has my heart, and unfortunately no Yank wanted to steal it....wimper....
But what did I leave behind? What memories/adventures/lovers/friends/experiences or felonies are left in remembrance of me in the all great N.Y.C....well...there was definitely a very dirty room, as instead of packing and making sure everything was in order for that all important 7AM flight home....I went out (for once) for a last hooorah! And instead of cleaning away my things (leftover food, dirty pants, toothbrushes etc) I just threw what was left of my wardrobe into two EXTREMELY heavy bags and legged it to the airport...so whomever is to open the illustrious bottom chest of drawers is in for a fearful sight...I believe the poor lads name is Sri...so Sri, I am sorry... I am so, so very sorry! So what I left behind in New York, was no string of broken hearts or great lasting friendships, but a shit ton of gone off tootsie rolls & yum yums slowly festering in the bottom drawer of a dingey student flat....But don't worry, the woman's baby sat next to me on the plane threw up on my lap just after take off....so I have been suitably punished...I hope!
Now, one person who thinks i did 'simply marvellously dear' is my dear old mum, who, in a moment of sheer madness....has written to the local paper under the heading 'WELSH GIRL DONE GOOD'....now, it is not as if welsh people don't go out there and do pretty amazing things...I know people from my school who are working in magazines...and starting their own businesses...and....head of Barclays bank, so the fact that my mum thinks the local paper will be interested to know that Oprah came into my work...or... that I waved lamely at Robert De Niro, seems ridiculous, unfortunately...it is not, and today I had a photographer in my kitchen, making me hold up a phone & laptop looking 'busines like'...and this will soon be in print...and...its just too much...
Now, what I take with me from New York...is a torturous facebook homepage, as now, all I have to look forward to is reading the status updates of around 150 people, who are;
a) Still in New York with jobs and a blooming career
b)Travelling America with a new bunch of best friends having the trip of a lifetime
c)Moving back to England with a bludgeoning bunch of friends to well paid jobs in fascinating sectors
d)oh just...kill me now
There is something so awful about getting the feeling you may have missed out on something....and then getting it backed up by around...150 people...BUT ALL IS NOT LOST!
I am living the Bridget dream....I am moving in (with my very own Tom) to a flat in London, whereby I have somehow convinced someone to give me a job...a real job...a job that doesn't require me to to pick & hang up a telephone whilst watching movies at my desk, but actually...work...I. am. terrified. So terrified in fact that I have desperately been trying to ask people from New York how to do this job... unfortunately, the phone is left unanswered.... I really should have made a better impression... I realise whilst I write this I sound INCREDIBLY ungrateful for my time away, I do know how incredibly lucky I was to have been there....but....it was HARD! Going over alone and having to try and make friends all over again...I just wasn't up for the challenge and therefore spent most the time in my room thinking everyone thought I was an arsehole....maybe I am an arsehole...I just don't know....and now that I'm home...I just don't care! One thing I have learned about my time away is...I may in fact...be an enormous arsehole.
But being an arsehole has its perks and I am excited to get London life started...I'm thinking...Queen, cream tea, cricket, double decker buses, crumpets, Earls, stately homes, how's your father, apples and pears, markets, pubs, clubs, rowing, rioting, haw hawing, guffawing, raining, sailing, sun bathing, walking, Prince Harry, Kate Middleton...PIPPA Middletone, Vanessa Feltz, Russell Brand, Cockneys, Toffs and Jocks and BLOODY HELL LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
Get ready readers (mum) as roundasarubens is off to Landan Taaaaaan....I'm gunna get my Winehouse on (god rest her soul) and really try this time...well...we'll see...
