Liverpool, continued
A few years ago when I was living in Seattle, one of my best friends, Kat, told me all about when she lived in the UK and how much she loved it. After I moved here, I pretty much thought she was maybe a little crazy. But I think I've changed my mind. You see, she didn't live in Edinburgh. She lived in Manchester.
After spending a long weekend in Liverpool, I can see how in a lot of ways, the northwest of England is much different from Scotland. The people seemed to pretty much mind their own business. There were cool artsy and gothy type people all over, with no one staring at them. And the cost of living is lower than Edinburgh. A kebab that would easily cost 6 pounds in Edinburgh cost only 3 in Liverpool.
There has been talk in my house the last few days about maybe moving elsewhere. Edinburgh is surly, grumpy and overpriced. I think I'd be happier elsewhere. Maybe Liverpool. Maybe not. There are a few other cities, like Cardiff, under debate. We'll see what happens.
In other news, the women in my office have been outright shunning me. Since I got back from my long weekend of immigration crap, no one other than my boss has spoken to me in the office. I don't know what happened there when I was gone. I don't know what their deal is or what they suddenly have against me. I also don't know if I care, since I have practically nothing in common with any of them, and I've already been looking for a new job.
Alana
