England

I'm sitting here in my grandmothers apartment, wishing the time could go by just a little bit faster. I must admit that it's nice enough to be back here again, and to see the english part of the family again, after two years. But I'm just so bored. I got here yesterday evening, after a scary landing in a snowstorm at Manchester airport, and the first thing I did was connect my computer to the wireless internet connection. The last place my grandmother lived, she didn't have a computer or internet or anything, so I was completely isolated from the outside world every time I visited. Now I can at least spend my time on my beloved laptop, reading blogs or seeing what people are up to on Facebook (in a non-stalkerish way).
Today my mother and I went down to the center of Blackburn and shopped for a few hours. There is this quite nice mall with shops like Topshop, Boots (has EVERYTHING from medicine to make-up and hairproducts) .. and .. well, Debenhams, WHSmiths etc. Not the most fabulous shops .. But they'll do.

Even though I could think of much better things to do than spend my time in the UK, I'm just happy that it's finally holiday. The last two weeks have especially been tough. We've had so many reports due, and generally a lot of homework. But last week was a bit easier, because I had the weekend with my boyfriend, who I now have been together with for half a year, to look forward to. And with good reason. It's been an incredible weekend .. And I wish I could turn back time and re-experience it. And then again, that's how I feel about all weekends with him.
We also went out to dinner on saturday, to this sushi restaurant .. And it was like .. heaven. I've never tasted such good sushi. Definitely a place to go again (:

It's quite funny how most english houses look the same. There are bungalows, and then there are the townhouse "blocks". Those are the most common. I think I would be walking around looking for my house for ages if I lived here. First of all the signs are difficult to figure out, and second of all the houses are all over. The same ones. It would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I think so, at least. They also all have this "wall" og windows that curves out, kind of like a closed balcony. That's what really characterizes them. And that's where I'm sitting right now, blinded by the surprisingly yellow streetlights, wondering how I'm going to make these next 5 days fly on by .. I can start by going to bed now, I guess. That always makes time fly :b

Goodnight England .. And Denmark.