Week 1

My first week in Durham has come to an end. So far, I’ve looked at houses to rent, had a chat with the neighbour of a place that we’d quite like to buy when we got jobs, I got told off by a recruiter for putting my date of birth on a resume, we went to a massive food truck rodeo and left when we saw that the queues stretched around the Farmers’ Market several times over (in the end, we heard of waiting times of two-and-a-half hours, so we made the right decision). We went to two dance parties, one day after the other, a wedding, and today? Well, today, we built a wall. Seriously.

Explaining any of that will probably take far too much time; it hasn’t quite hit me yet that I’m not going to be heading back to Britain in a few weeks’ time, but I’m sure it will soon.

(will try to do a bit better with these entries from now on, in frequency if not quality anyway. Also, I’ll be doing my best to make sure that no hipster becomes one of the phrases of 2011. Come on, help me out!)