hated it a little bit,
now it's growing on me.
(This is my ridiculous master bedroom.)
(This is our tiny kitchen...)
(But we have a dining room!)
(This is our lounge.)Got home from Greece to sunny English weather,
Felt angered that the pasty Brits had tans too,
Felt angered that I was super broke,
Felt angered that the new place has carpets. yich.
Remembered that sun in England is a rarity,
Remembered to enjoy it,
Remembered that running is fun when it's not raining.
Applied for a non-teaching job,
Thought about a 9-5 (or 7-3 as the case may be),
Wondered if "recruitment" will bore me,
Still considering it (if they'll have me).
Went for a post-work bite with Jill,
Eamonn was there,
Remembered that I love his friends,
had an awesome night.
Ate amazing French food,
Drank Brooklyn Lager (yes!),
Saw a free funk gig in Brixton,
Hated on South London.
Made it an Eamonn weekend,
Watched Ireland draw Bulgaria (in footie),
Bowled two games over 100,
Danced to Born in the USA,
Ate at Cafe Lemon (the best brunch in N.London).
Napped in my awesome new bed,
Read the Sunday Times,
failed at the Crossword,
Napped some more.
Taught a little girl how to eat an ice cream cone,
Taught a class how to play bench-ball,
Lamented that American kids don't have benches,
Considering teaching elementary school next year.
Seriously.
Went for a five mile run,
Decided the park near my house is too small,
thought about joining a gym,
Laughed.
Bought plane tickets home,
Got excited for Dan's wedding,
Cursed myself for ever considering working for my mother,
Vowed to be penniless all summer.
Wrote. This. Poem.
Comment :)
Love, Sarah
PS: I will be in the United States in twelve days for thirty-five days. Hang out with me, please.
3 comments:
wow. you are truly an English (capital and lower case) woman. nice poem!
Amaris: I would hardly call it a work of art :) But thanks!
wow, somehow I missed your last post. When I grow up, I'd like to have a bed with a dust ruffle.
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