In the mean time I've continued to adjust to life here and have some fun in the process. I spent some time in a recording studio earlier this week playing keys for a friend. I discovered what a skunk smells like, what a dead skunk smells like, tried my first 7-11 slurpee. I also requisitioned a bed for $90 and got a couple of items for an apartment in a garage sale.
Everything here is slowly becoming normal. I'm hilariously aware of the English accent when I speak to my family and hear it on the television. I haven't lost mine (just in case you were wondering) but for the most part I forget that I speak differently until it comes up in conversation. The strange thing that has been happening since I arrived is that I seem to dream of England a lot. When I would come back from visiting Canada I would dream that I was here, now it seems I dream of my homeland. I'm sure it will be surreal when Katelynn and I go for a visit at Christmas.
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