Where would you be right now?

If you could choose, where would you be right not? In this cold, rainy Scottish day I’d rather be sitting on Santa Monica Pier with a chilli dog in the spring sunshine. Tasty street food, great view, different culture, warm weather and anonymity, just sitting on a bench with a seagull, not knowing the time.

This week I’m a Zombie

This week has been a bit of a blur to me, it really feels like it’s Friday, I have to admit. I was in the USA the week before last and for some reason it’s taking me forever to get over it!

I don’t normally have any problems with jet lag and manage to snap into a new time zone within a day, my rule is never sleep unless it’s dark. When I got back last week though I took the next day off and slept in until 1pm, since then I’ve been feeling like a zombie – and it’s been an entire week.

I know the best way to get over it - to sleep at the right time, drink plenty of fluids, eat healthily, exercise etc. etc. but all I want to do is lounge on the sofa with a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit!

The trip to the US was so enjoyable though, mainly due to the amount of food (I did not eat all those donuts – promise!) and margaritas involved, but I thrive on the change of scenery and I get excited about things like a trip to Target or seeing cowboy boots.

 

I posted recently about how I become an alternative version of myself when in Texas and it’s kind of true. I think that’s why I find a trip so refreshing it allows me to enter into an alternative life, I can imagine what it would be like to live there.

Still at the end of a couple of flights it’s so good to be home, even if I’m a zombie still on US time and still dreaming of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

{Linking up to Virtual Coffee at Amy’s}

When in Texas

When I visit Texas, I turn into an alternative version of myself, an semi-American version. I don’t know what causes it, perhaps the weather or the time difference or maybe just the vastness of everything that is America. However a little bit of my Britishness remains intact.

I drink plenty of Margaritas, but I can’t stay up past 11pm

I eat giant portions of meat, then I get up at 6am to go to the gym

I say ‘you guys’ and ‘y’all’, but still spell flavour and favour correctly

I drink cheesecake milkshake, but can’t force myself to eat American chocolate

I love to eat warm cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but I complain about the weak coffee

I’ll take a baked sweet potato any day but hold the cinnamon butter

I marvel at your huge closets, but argue all night with you about guns in your home

I’ll eat anything Reese’s but don’t dare offer me a cup of microwaves tea to go with it

There’s so much I love about Texas, mostly it’s the things that are different to the UK, it’s what makes America America, but it’s always nice to come home, especially for a real cup of tea!