Goldilocks and High School Musical

This is a good week because my awkward, forty year old, male, long haired boss is in Dubai. When he's out of the office, I've discovered that he's fondly (<-- sarcasm) referred to as "goldilocks" by the other staff members. His hair really is something; it's longer than mine (which is getting very long... yay!) and quite red. He plays with it a lot while he spews marketing ideas that turn into pointless excel sheets for me to populate. But it's all worth it for the occasional time that his headphones get stuck in his long locks, and his facial expression transforms into that of a seven year old girl who just got gum stuck in her hair. Panic. Embaressment. And on my end... utter joy. :)

This is also a good week because I have SEEN people from home. In fact, I've given them the tour of my flat and talked to them face to face. Through skype, but whatever. I think skype will be a good thing, but it also puts me a bit out of my comfort zone. I'm used to London being mine, and this little world belonging just to me and Lisa. It's probably healthy to have my worlds collide a little bit, but it still unnerves me. It allows you to see into my life... not just read about it or hear about what I choose to tell you over the phone. Yeesh... goes to show you how ingrown I'm gettting. You're just not going to know what to do with me when I get back. It is wonderful to see faces though. I have such pretty people in my life.. it's nice to see their pixely faces through my macbook.

Also this week is my first meeting with both the girls and guys at my small group (pastorate). I really liked the girls last week, but I'm excited for a bigger group with a bit more diversity. One of the girls and I have hit it off pretty well, and I'm hoping that we can become good friends in the amount of time that I'm here. Ah, friends. What lovely things. :)

Also this week is High School Musical 3... in theaters. And HECK YES, I'm going to be there. Teenage drama? Zac Efron? Ridiculous dance sequences? School wide singing breaking out in the hallways? Sign me right up for some of that!

So, there you have it. I'm thriving, my friends. Honestly thriving. The newness has been conquered. I no longer notice the British accent. I have found little spaces of comfort in this giant city. I've learned to push my way onto the crowded tube rather than wait for the next train. I've had people ask me for directions, and actually known how to direct them... whether or not I got my left's and right's mixed up is another story. :) I've established routine and feel rather at home here. Don't worry; I'm not going to decide to stay here forever. I'll be ready to come home at the end of March, but until then, I'm thriving here.