Thursday, January 28, 2010

And so we've come to the end...

The past two years have been full of change. As any of you who have been reading this blog from the beginning know, it was started at a time of huge, unexpected change. At a time when I had no idea who I was, or where I belonged, or what I should be doing. And it was that not knowing that set me on the path I have followed for the last while which, though full of twists and turns and roadblocks, has been full of laughs, love, and challenges. To be honest, change has been a theme over these past two years; not just accepting change, but embracing it, loving it, and learning to grow through it.

And I have. I have learned how to take a huge risk without feeling like if I failed I would never recover. I have learned how to find my way in a massive city, in a brand new country, on an entirely unknown continent. I have learned how to build a family out of my friends. And I have learned that I, above all, have final say on every decision in my life and that I can make those decisions by all by myself.

And so, that said, another major life change is about to take place. On Tuesday I will be waving goodbye to the brilliant UK and returning (briefly) once more to the great state of California before jumping once again to land in my new city with Matt.

Why? You ask. Well, the short answer is that my visa has run out, which initially seemed like the worst news in the world to me, but which has now become the biggest, most important step I’ve made so far in my little life.

But before I go, I do have to pay tribute to the city and country that have felt so much like home for the past year.

Living in a city like London means you are living in constant state of motion. I don’t know if I ever really stopped for breath this year, and if I did it was when I was back in California, floating in the pool and wishing I was back in London. Although a year isn’t a long time to live in a city, it’s long enough to plant some roots (baby roots) and start to feel at home. I felt immediately at home in London, and that feeling has only grown during the past year. This city has latched on to me in a way that I didn’t expect, and taken up residence in a very big piece of my heart.

The thing I love about cities (that I love about London) is that anything is possible. I don’t think there’s been a day that’s gone by in London where I haven’t seen or done something new, made a friend, or felt challenged in some way. Even now, after a year, I know I haven’t seen and done everything that there is to do in London. I’ve only had part of the London experience, but it’s been my London experience, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’ve been asked over the last few weeks what I’m going to miss most about London and my life here. And the simple answer is everything. Even crammed rides in the tube and the dismal rainy days have left a lasting impression. But yes, there are a few things that I will feel particularly lost without- for awhile at least. I doubt that I’ll ever spend as much time in the pub as I have here. I’ll never drink as much tea or consume as many biscuits. I’ll never be as delighted by silly British phrases like “off with the fairies” and “bits and bobs”. I’ll never see so many curry restaurants or enjoy so many late night pasties. And I’ll never again be stopped in my tracks as I walk along the Southbank, marvelling at how majestic and beautiful the city I live in is. But when it comes down to it, a city is just a city. And the world is made up of so many more that are worth discovering.

But the thing I will truly miss, that I already miss, is my friends and colleagues, who became my family and without whom I would have been so lost this year. You know who you are, and I hope you know how important you are to me. I would dare to say that this year has been one of most, if not the most, fun year of my life, and that is entirely due to the amazing and adventurous souls I have met here. I’ll always remember incredible nights out at clubs that are too posh for me, scoping out every brunch spot in the city for the best eggs benny, endless hours whiled away in cozy little pubs, very loud and incredibly exciting Friday mornings followed by all day countdowns to Friday night, greasy lunches at the Caf, spring and summer afternoons in the park, Mexican dinners and movie nights, Sunday mornings at Whole Foods, and dance parties, always dance parties. You are all irreplaceable and I will miss you dearly. But I know it’s not the end, you’re lifers in my book.

Much love to this wonderful city and everyone who has been part of my life here. And as my grandma always says, “We won’t say goodbye, we’ll just say so long.”

Friday, January 15, 2010

A Weekend Away


“Miss Kristen Scott and Mr Matt Kennedy from Macmillan Cancer Support…”

I am being announced into dinner.

I am wearing a ball gown, I can’t stop giggling, and I am being announced into dinner.

Matt gives me a look that calms me down and we enter the ornate dining room of the Blackpool Imperial hotel, arm in arm, to the applause of two hundred formally clad members of the British Amusement Catering Trade Association.

I know you’re thinking, “why”? Kristen, why did you dig out your senior prom dress and head up to the seaside community of Blackpool to spend an evening with middle aged gambling and gaming centre proprietors and their spouses?

Because, as someone I know often says, “It’s a lifestyle.”

And in fact it is, from time to time. BACTA and its members are one of Macmillan’s corporate partners and routinely hold glamorous events, the proceeds of which go to help people affected by cancer across the UK. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I get invited.

Now, it may not be the Metropolitan Museum Costume Institute Gala or the Bridge School Benefit, but when else would you get the chance to meet the Mayor and Mayoress of Blackpool, be announced into dinner with your “partner”, and seated at the VIP table as if you were some hot shot, instead of a 24-year-old displaced charity worker with a confusing North American accent? Where else would you see grown men and women pelting each other with styrofoam balls shot out of pea shooters? Or walk away from the tombola raffle with a 13” TV, a remote control car and a set of watercolours? I don’t think the Bridge School Benefit offers any of that.

This evening was actually only the beginning of one of the most memorable weekends I’ve had in the UK.

After Matt and I left the rag tag streets of Blackpool we headed up north to the Lake District, where we were fortunate enough to have been lent the use of a rustic lakeside cottage for the weekend. Teeming with lush green hillsides and tucked away little pubs, it is the perfect place to disappear for a few days.


We were warned ahead of time that we should expect it to be very very cold. As it turned out, the cottage was several degrees colder than the outdoors and we were forced to put our industriousness to the test to heat up the space. As there were a finite number of space heaters in the house we could only heat two rooms, the living room and the bedroom. And so by 5pm we had arranged four space heaters in something of a semi circle around an ancient love seat, and were tucked under a duvet watching a VHS of L.A. Confidential like two geriatrics.

By all accounts, the weekend could have gone terribly terribly wrong. Blackpool is not much in the way of a UK “destination” city and the Lake District, while beautiful, is a challenge to get to without a car and on par with Scotland as far as “bracing” temperatures go. It could have gone terribly wrong, but it didn’t. And here’s why: I don’t think I ever stopped smiling.

Now, I’m not one to go into great detail about my personal life on this page. Yes, I share some thoughts and philosophise a bit from time to time, but I don’t usually share much actual information, partly because I’ve tried to stray away from making this blog an online diary and have instead tried to use it to share some important moments from the last year and a half.

So here’s the rub. This weekend, this moment that I’m describing, crosses the line, because even though on the surface it was just a weekend away, it was really much much more. It was the weekend I fell in love.

Surprised? Me too. But isn’t that when love is at its best? When it sneaks up behind you and holds you in a bear hug or when you catch it in the middle of a silent dance party with a can of Pringles?

And so there it was, the weekend that would likely have been a disaster with anyone else but instead began at a ridiculous ball, was spent playing killer scrabble games, enjoying sneaky pints, and running back and forth between the unheated rooms of the cottage screaming from the cold, and ended at a train station where neither of us could say goodbye.

And the best part? This adventure was just the beginning...

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Choose Kristen and Sarah to be Mobile Explorers!

Sarah and I have put in our bid to be sent to the Olympics as bloggers! Vote for our video here and help us get to Vancouver!

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