I have been remiss. I have discovered since coming home that I am only a blogger borne of boredom. When life gets busy the blog takes the hit. Nate and I have up and moved again. Deep down (or maybe just right on the surface) I wish we could have gone back to London, but South Bend seems intent on charming us. The first week we have been here we have not seen the sun and we have experienced gale force winds and rain on a regular basis. There is a constant drizzle and no matter how many times I run my chi iron down my hair it is desperate to show just how curly it can be. This may not sound charming to some but to us it has the homey feel of Hammersmith. I feel as I drive Nate to and from campus each day through the haze that I am back in foggy London town. Yesterday as we were returning home, however, we saw the price payed by the decreased visibility on the roads. As we pulled through the pretty tree lined drive to our apartment, in the middle of the road lay one of our beloved geese, dead. These geese cross the road many times a day and even the morning rush waits for them to pass but some incredibly impatient person decided they couldn't wait. I think the stress of moving and unpacking and job hunting all came home at that moment and I just started to cry. Nate, while not a heartless person (he truly was sad for our goose), seemed conflicted as to whether the scene was funny or not. He consoled me but I still feel sad when we drive by the flock.
I have new pictures to post from yet another adventure (this one to Pheonix). I will get right on that.
