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Yay!le

Hello from New Haven!

City Girl, Interrupted has now moved even further from her beloved London, and for one year only will be blogging about life as a Brit on the East Coast of America.

So far I've learned that there are massive advantages but also some serious problems involved in living in the good ol' United States. Well. Some of the problems are actually serious, but most of them will I'm sure become comical given enough time and therapy...

It seems that Stephen Sondheim beat me to my observations about America by around fifty years when he wrote "everything free in America (for a small fee in America)". Many of the other dark lines from the song 'America' in West Side Story seem to continue to be accurate today, but I'll not deal with those now.

In all, it's great to be here. We've decided to splash out on a brand new, beautiful high-rise apartment and I'm very pleased to be united with my favourite American food product: the flavoured coffee whitener.

Everyone seems to have gone out of their way to accommodate us in the paperwork involved in renting accommodation and opening bank and mobile phone accounts, despite our chronic lack of Social Security Numbers.

We've had a few examples of absolutely appalling customer service, but where it's been good, the people of New Haven could definitely teach even the lovely hospitable Scots a thing or two. For example, I turned up at a hair salon for a free consultation, and the receptionist greeted me by name as soon as I stepped through the door.


However, I do have tales to regale, so stand by for blogs on such topics as 'The English Accent', 'Edi and the Amusing Cell Phones', 'The wonders of Walmart' and 'The use of the word 'Partner''...
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The Real McCoy


I don't think that the Scots entirely deserve their reputation for bad food. Sure, you can buy a haggis panini in St Andrews, but if I were to be forced to 'eat local' anywhere in Britain, Fife is the place I would choose.

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Exercising the demons


Salsa dancing: 60 minutes' drive away.
Pilates: 20 minutes’ drive away.
Award-winning fish and chips: five minutes’ drive away.

You can see how I might be justifiably concerned about my health with those sorts of odds. While I could cut my losses and try running to the chippy, I think that would be enough to put anyone off their food.
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Snowed under...

I blame the weather, personally. So I didn't post between Christmas and New Year. That's fair enough; hopefully none of you had time to miss me then. And then it was all cold, and nothing went back to normal. Schools stayed closed, I couldn't take my twice-weekly jog: routine returned hesitantly, like the patches of grass beneath the snow.

Blogging, of course, is not normally adversely affected by the weather. But this once, please pretend that it can be, or that my blog hibernated in the -14 degrees centigrade temperatures we were getting up here.

Anyway - take this as an apology; I'm back on form now and hope to be releasing regular morsels as of next week.
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I'm going to let you in on a dirty little secret of mine. I didn't really start blogging to create an outlet for expression while I learned the local lingo.

The real reason? To curb my growing obsession with domesticity!

I don't know why, but since I've been mistress of the maisonette I've developed a guilt complex about kicking back when I have a bit of time to myself. When T's working late, I'll busy myself with cooking, baking, washing up, and laundry duties, and if I finish all if that I'd probably start scrubbing the doorstep or something. By this point it becomes hypothetical - I've never got to that stage, but I was dangerously close. On the edge, to be brutally honest.
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