Normally my answer to this question would be a resounding, “Hell NO!” but London seems to have thrown me for a loop: the sun comes up at 4 a.m. and goes down between 10 and 10.30.
This is not natural.
Liam doesn’t want to go to bed because “it’s still daytime.” Elena wakes up at 4.15 and thinks it’s time to start the day. And I stay up too late and get up too early.
But, tonight it was to my benefit.
I went out with a bunch of American moms who are all living here for some reason or another. Some of them work here, some have husbands working corporate jobs here, some have husbands working government jobs here, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda.
All of you moms out there have probably already figured out that it’s a FANTASTIC time. No kids…how could it not be great?
I really enjoyed listening to everyone talk about their lives here. People in the Foreign Service are interesting just by the nature of their jobs and I love hearing about the places they’ve been. And it’s nice to whine about the differences in the corporate world with other moms who understand. And they are all really intelligent, which is a common trait among the Americans I’ve met here. I mean, they ALL support Obama! They’re brilliant hands down in my mind.
But really, the Americans I’ve met here have such interesting lives. Some of them want to be here. Some don’t. Some don’t know what they want. But when I say that I couldn’t decide which “pants” to wear, they don’t think I’m talking about underwear. That’s nice for a change.
Anyway, I stayed WAY too late and shut the place down with two other girls. It was 11.30 before I knew it, thanks to the late setting sun. I should have taken it easy because let me tell you…the top level of a double-decker bus doesn’t look good at 11.30 after two and a half ciders. I won’t be doing that again!
