Learn to cope with living in a new Country

It seems my time in England will be coming to an unexpectedly quick end. I’d hoped to make the best of a few years, here, by completing my BSc., making some friends, having some good times, and making a positive difference in my stepdaughter’s life. I haven’t been in want of good times, seeing Wales, Buxton, and Haworth with my husband. However, I’ve done very little else. I even look the wrong way, when crossing the road, still.

However, as my husband points out, I haven’t been killed, and I haven’t given up, either, so I’ve basically coped. I wish I’d coped in a grander fashion, exceeding the basic requirement of coping, but simple survival will have to do. I’ll live grandly, again, once I’m back home.

I don’t want to die, in this country, but I come close to it, every time I cross a road.

Even when visiting London, before, I’d court death, crossing streets, ‘cause I’d instinctively look the wrong way, every time. I’m even worse off, where I am, now, ‘cause marked crosswalks are few and far between. Pedestrians have right of way, at street corners and driveways, in Canada, so I’m accustomed to crossing without even looking. This is not the case, in the U.K., where pedestrians are only given right of way at zebra crossings. I really need to learn to be more careful, or else I’ll be going home in a box.

Working has made things a bit easier….but I still really miss my family.