London Tahn

Back in good old blighty where the weather is damp and the moss grows thick over the bobbies' helmets. Yes indeed, this place is the vibrant cacophony I left behind those years ago, with the primary school yelping in one swell voice behind my window, and large trucks thundering by on tiny streets, barely missing the Ford Kas which dart about the streets.

I hardly landed here that I was whisked into an interview and landed with a 6 month appointment in the Heathland school in Hounslow, where I will start on December 10th. Boy am I looking forward to being back in school again, after these odd months of patching together sundry teaching jobs on top of odd jobs of all descriptions. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it.

Montreal is currently under 30cm of snow, and although everyone there is surely bummed about it, I am horribly jealous. I love the snow, even when it's all slushy and horrible (although having cold, wet shoes all day long is not nice), and I really wish I could hop up the Mount Royal path to beaver lake for a morning of ice skating under the snow. But then again, people who live and work dayjobs don't get to do that stuff there either, as I found out the hard way.

I guess you have to make the most of the place you're in, and be there for people who are important; close friends and family who need you around. And being in London will hopefully allow me to do those things as well as take short (and long!) breaks to places like Montreal when I can afford them. After all, schoolteachers have holidays to travel, and given a little thrift, I should really be able to afford flights here and there.

Everybody around me has been so patient with my vagaries around the globe, especially the friends I've been staying with here in London tahn. What better way to confirm my decision to come back here than to know I can count on you lot to put up with my hectic ways.

Better go open a bank account so I can get paid soon. I'm off!