Time for another update. Since I forgot to write here yesterday, I think I should do it now. At the very moment I’m in the train to Preston. Anyway, let’s talk about last night.

I think I was a fair bit nervous after all, although I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t sleep that well and woke up early. Very early for my standards. It was boxing day, and I was due to be flown tonight. I’m lazy, and it took a fair bit of willpower to finally get myself to pack my bags for England. I packed and checked in online, but some confusion was created. My ticket said I needed to be at the airport 180 minutes before the flight was. That’s 3 hours for you people who aren’t good in maths. That wasn’t very good. My flight was supposed to go at 20:35, and it was 16:53 already. After some intense googling I found out that because I checked in online I had to be there before the check-in receptions closed. Just 30 minutes before my flight. I decided to be responsible and be an hour early, but it wasn’t needed after all. Once I was through security I got myself a power adaptor thing, because English sockets are silly. European prices are even sillier; I had to pay 13 euro for a silly plastic thing with silly metal in the silly casing. Silly.

We got on the airplane and all went well. Some people annoyed me to no end. Imagine this: an old couple was going to visit Liverpool too (or came back, I don’t know) and HAD to sit on the front row, but didn’t say so at the check in. Drama occurred when they took another person’s seats. They started arguing and the old people won, just because they were old and wrinkly and apparently we should respect them and all. I do respect them, but taking another one’s seats is a bit unfair. We flew, I was half-asleep, got some coffee (two actually, they asked if I wanted more, and I paid 7.50 for a so-called “customer service pack”, meaning I got a pack of tuc’s and coffee. Needless to say I tried to get as much bang for my buck I could, and tried to get the entire can of coffee. They offered me two cups and I took the offer. I think it’s because I’m not wrinkly enough to ask for stuff yet :( we flew above the Netherlands of course, and it was really pretty. I loved how you could see the different cities. It was black at points where the fields would supposedly be. Then it all turned black and we flew above the North Sea. Couple minutes later (yes, that fast) we were above England, at I was amazed again. Instead of being dark at some points it was mainly dark, with spots of enormous lights here and there. England cities are more spread, there’s more wilderness compared to Holland I think. It was a bit scary at one point, we were flying really low, low enough that I could even see people moving about and saw their hands moving some were loading stuff, others were stuck in traffic and complaining to themselves. It’s funny to see people make obscure hand signs at the traffic light. Everyone knows it’s not going to help in any way, but it just feels good I guess. While we were flying so low, the pilot was a bit unsure I think, maybe it was a new guy. We were going up and down, and it felt like we were zag-zigging. Not zig-zagging, we were definitely doing more zag then we did zig. At a given point it felt like we were going to land on a highway, and after that in the middle of a lake. I relaxed anyway and soon enough we would land at John Lennon airport, in Liverpool. Something that passed my mind Is that the people wouldn’t apploude the pilot. I believe its pretty common to do, I’ve seen it when I flew before, but it felt sort of amiss. In a way you’re placing your life in the pilot’s hands. It’s the same when you go with the bus, a taxi, or something else. I try to always thank the driver for doing a good job and stay on the road. Air. Whatever. I thanked him on the way out, or at least I tried to, he was still in his cockpit. I told the stewardess to give him my thanks. Heh, I keep on saying him as I’m referring to the pilot, but it could be a woman for all I know. We got off the airport, and we all had to wait on the wrinkly people, as they were sitting on the front row, and moving horribly slowly. I think it’s just something that grows over the years, a thought like “lol I’m almost dead, got to move slow and keep everyone waiting because I’m old.”, but I’m not sure.

When they got off the plane the old lady almost fell and I had trouble keeping my laughter in. believe me when I say I’m not mean and laugh because she’s falling, it was just a “you get what you give” moment. All in all I passed them (took a little efforts, they were moving very slow and blocking the road for everyone with their wrinkly faces) and was first at security. I was zig-zagging thorough the waiting lines, showed my passport and I was at the airport. I saw people waiting for arrivals, and I had some silent hope Anna would be there, but I figured she’d tell me in advance. Wouldn’t be smart in case I pre-paid a hotel room or something like that. I walked around aimlessly, looking for a place to sleep and making my mind up while I did. I decided to get into the nearby hotel, the Hampton by Hilton Hotel. It was quite expensive, but all in all I think I did well by staying there. I got a shower, a queen-size super comfy bed. It’s still expensive after that, but the money is well worth it compared to the alternative. The alternative being the cold, crowded, unsecure airport floor. I figured that if someone stole my laptop while I was sleeping id hate myself for it for not paying the price for a hotel so it would be safe. I had a little trouble accessing the wireless internet there, but after talking with the receptionist we fixed it. She told me she was doing an IT course in graphical design, building webpages and the like. We spoke some more about my little plan to come live in England and follow a course here, and she thought it was a great idea. I showed her my webpage and she thought it was awesome and cool and good and more of those words. I’m not sure whether she meant it or that she was just being nice to keep her job, but it’s nice to hear some good feedback anyway. I abused their wifi a fair bit by downloading all of my good steam games at once. I thought that I paid for wifi, so use it I shall, damnit. I even used the conditioner for my hair, not because I wanted to, but because I paid for it. Hah, for that money I shall use everything I can… I slept a bit crappy, had too much caffeine in my blood. The bed was super comfy and queen-size. I felt so relaxed anyway, and would invest in such a bed for myself if I had the money. Maybe something to look into in the future.

I got up the next morning to see my downloads finished, and the room still a mess. I’m used to that anyway; the same is going on at home. My room is pretty much all the time a mess. I decide multiple days a week that I’m going to clean it up, but either I’m too lazy to do it, or have some other important” business to do. That’s one part I want to change about me. But, time for me to get back on topic. I cleaned the room a bit, ironed my shirts (only because the iron was included in the room price) and got all my stuff in time for the bus. Well, that was the plan. I got all my stuff, but missed one of the keys I needed to turn in in order to check out of the hotel. I searched and searched and finally found it in a pocket of a shirt I changed that morning. I checked out only to find out I missed my bus already and I had to wait around 50 minutes for the next one to arrive. I chatted with Anna, told her about the stuff, and finally got on the bus. The bus was a good trip, nothing to complain. I arrived at the city centre, at Lime Street. I waited 20 minutes in line to get a train ticket and almost missed my train. I got on and started writing this article for my diary. At the moment I’m in the train to Wigon, where I need to change trains in order to get the one to Preston. I’m not sure, but I feel like I passed it already. But then again, the last stop was supposed to by Wigon, so I’ll just sit it out. The landscapes are getting a bit whiter; I think I’m going to say hi to Anna with a snowball. Yeah, it’s definitely white here; if I can guess I’d say around 20 cm of snow. That’s 8 inches. The small hills next to the train rails are empty though, no snow there. Not sure what causes that to be honest. But I’m going to close my laptop for now and continue my story in Preston. See you soon and thanks for reading.

I have arrived in Preston and almost immediately got to Wezz’s house. Wezz is a friend of Anna and we met before on her college. It was fun staying at his place. We went to see the Avatar movie, which was okay. I didn’t find it to be that great, but still it was okay. Later that night we got back to Wezz’s and did some stuff I can’t remember. I was pretty tired and fell asleep. I think we watched Transformers, but I didn’t see robots or telephones. We went to sleep and I slept like a baby. The next day we didn’t do much. They woke me up with a hyperactive puppy in my crotch, but left me alone later when I wanted to sleep. We watched 2012 and other stuff. When I say “we watched” I mean “I slept”. Can’t tell much about my dreams, but I needed some relaxation. Last couple nights of sleep have been pretty bad for me. We went back to Anna’s, and apparently I was still tired (so was Anna) since we played some Dead Space only to fall asleep really soon. I was so tired I didn’t put down the airbed for me, but used her chair. I woke up early, wanted to put the airbed down, but I decided I should stay awake. Maybe it’s for the better for my body clock. And now we arrived where I am now.

Sitting near the desk, typing my little story. I hear someone moving, probably Anna’s dad. I want to get a drink, maybe go to the co-op and get some stuff, but I’m not sure how he would react. I don’t feel like moving about in his house. I’ll upload this text now after spelling check. Then play a game of some sorts, I’m not sure yet.

Update 7 January

Been a while since I updated, but I'm already back in Holland and all. I feel a bit like I didn't do much, wich is probably true. I had more fun then last time though. Important stuffs first, I've been to the Preston town hall for information about migrating and they sent me to the local Immigration Office. It's been stupid of me that I went the last day I was in the UK, becouse they only weork on appointments. Either way I got some paperwork to read through and some spoken advice.

Turns out that I don't need anything to live there, all I need is a job. A while ago apperantly the EU has signed some papers and treaties wich allow any EU resident to work and live in the UK without any hassle. The only hassle I will need to look into is a job, mortgage and college.