This week, the weather has been just beautiful. Real warm sunny days, no need for jumpers or jackets. This brings me such enormous pleasure. It’s been a very long winter, and I was getting to be truly tired of cold mornings.
Pondersa Park on a Sunday at 7am is a beautiful place to be. Arriving there this morning I was struck by the peace. Here I was in the centre of Sheffield, but close my eyes and I could easily have been deep in a Siberian forest. All I could hear was birdsong (and beautiful birdsong at that). I stood there for a while and soaked it up – country bumpkin that I am it was like having my batteries recharged.
Just as I was about to fall into a trance, I was suddenly dragged back into reality by the sound of shouting. I opened my eyes. At the other side of the field I could make out a woman in bright white trousers and a black top. She was walking briskly towards me. Shouting. At first I couldn’t catch what she was saying, then I realised that there was a good reason for that – she was shouting in Chinese. She continued to shout in Chinese as she crossed the field heading in my direction …then walked straight past me. She showed no acknowledgement of my being there. Just carried on looking straight ahead, shouting.
She seemed quite happy in her shouting though.
I got a little upset with *Twinkle* this afternoon. I’m not sure where it came from. She hadn’t said anything that might have provoked me. I think it came about as a result of pressure that’s been building up, anxiety over our post-wedding plans, or more precisely, the lack of plans. With finances extremely tight and my being unable to work immidiately following my return to Japan (it will take a little while to exchange the tourist visa I’ll be flying on for a spouse visa), I’ve been wondering whether I shouldn’t stay in the UK for a little while after our wedding in order that I can save some money. But that doesn’t really seem right. It goes against the spirit of a new marriage.
Thinking on our brief email conversation, I realised that the time had come to make a decision. I’d been waiting for some kind of sign, and this was it.
I called the magic number, and 20 minutes later has a small loan arranged, to be paid back once I start work. This means that I can fly the same day as *Twinkle* – Sunday July 27th 2008, and thus I should be able to start work sometime in late August / early September. I’ll call the embassy in the morning to check the details.
I am extremely grateful to the people who are helping me out here, thank you.
Tomorrow sees the start of my penultimate week of classes. The end isn’t in sight yet though. Lots to do between now and my final exam. (All this endingness has had me looking back at beginnings. I can’t believe I was in women’s clothing only a month after my arrival in Sheffield).