After arriving to a gloomy city which seemed to specialise in a particular type of architecture called 'rows of utilitarian and depressing looking houses', I have to admit I was a little worried about Leeds. It seemed
more This is England than Harry Potter, if you know what I mean. I
hate it when reality impinges on my dreamy idea of Britain, formed during 3
impossibly sunny weeks in 2006.
After traipsing about Leeds for a couple of days looking for
a place to live and trying to convince myself that my threshold for tolerating
disgusting carpet is really quite high, I got off the bus in an area I hadn't yet been in and saw
this:
It may just look like a flowerbed but for me it was a sign
from the universe saying: ‘Zoe, this is where you need to live’ (not specifically in the flowerbed, but in the general vicinity of the flowerbed).
So as of Friday I am now living in Headingley. It’s apparently
a bit of a student area not unlike Newtown, except instead of faded shopfronts
and too many frozen yoghurt stores, there are old stone buildings all along the
street and a preponderance of op shops (50p will get you a charming hand painted
mug that doesn’t quite sit on the
level).
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| Op shop necessities |
So far there hasn’t been too much in the way of culture
shock except I walked past a sign today that said ‘Smile – it’s not going to
rain until Thursday!’ and I did a horrified double take when I saw this
advertised in a shop window:
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| This nightmare is titled 'cheeseburger pizza' |
I am also coming to terms with the university campus being
populated with people born in the 90s’ – I know this, because they tease their
hair and wear scrunchies without any sense of irony.
Other highlights include three days in a row of sunshine, discovering a cute local cafe and
a visit to the Kirkstall Abbey market with new friends, followed by
drinking tea and eating homemade apple pie in a sunny backyard. There has also been lots of reading of Pedagogy and getting frustrated by English bureaucracy, but let's focus on the positives:
