Confession time! I can't say that I know what it's like to be in love with another person, but I can say with utmost certainty that I am in love with this city. Lincoln has turned out to be everything I expected and slightly more. I came into England thinking that it would rain all day and night because that's the weather in Finland right now and everybody knows England is super duper rainy--even rainier than Finland.
Well, turns out I should've packed way more t-shirts and skirts, because it's been so hot and sunny this past week that I've got a tan and every day has felt like my skin would just melt off and drip slowly into the Brayford.
Luckily, I'm still alive though. My skin is still on my bones, and all is going well.
I know how doors work now, I can cross the road without dying (knock on wood for me please), and I can get to the university without being ten minutes late for sooo many reasons.
It's all coming together.
The sun's not shining anymore. It started raining barely minutes after I got home today, so that was a huge blessing (your girl here did not bring an umbrella or jacket, because it's been SO HOT the past week!).
I don't know what else to say. People here are wonderful. Everyone's so sweet and helpful and kind. I don't feel lonely or like I'm struggling much with anything that could easily be fixed with a little bit of outside help. Often I don't even need to ask, because so often somebody's already there lending a hand or giving advice or just smiling at my confused face.
It's confusing to move across the sea, let me tell you. Normal, little things confuse me all the time. And sometimes people say stuff to me in English and I have no idea what they're saying.
But I'll be patient with myself, just like everyone around me is.
It's all fine.
Because I am in love with Lincoln.
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