ordinary things
The dryers in my flat-building are terrible. I dried my clothing for a good hour on the highest setting, which was quite pricey at 20p for 12 minutes, and the clothing was still damp. So this morning I took my damp clothing out of my hamper and lay it all over my room: on the bed, desk, chair, a suitcase, etc. Then I left the window all the way open and went on my day. When I came back, ready to get to my reading, the clothing was still everywhere and still damp, so I set off for the cafe down the street.
I love this cafe. I don't even know the name, but it's on the corner of Clerk and Bernard. Inside it feels like you're in a old disbanded grand store, with high ceilings and crumbling molding. The main draw for most seems to be the long row of internet terminals, where it costs 50p for 20 minutes of internet (even more expensive than the dryer). The draw for me is the relatively cheap coffee and the heavenly leather sofas.
This afternoon, I meant to sit on one of those sofas and read a book for my lit class. After about 30 minutes, a bunch of other students, friends of the guy working at the cafe, sat down around me. They were really friendly, and giggly, telling me about the party they'd had the night before and the boring lab they had the next day. Over time, more friends came in, saying "I was walking by and saw the whole gang was here" or something more scottish sounding. It really made me miss having my own big group of friends and our table in the back of the ratty, where you could always sit down and have a bunch of people to talk to.
I'm afraid what I've just written may sound a little more mopey than I feel. I really am glad to be in Edinburgh and to have a chance to be doing and seeing so many new things. Thursday night I went to a ceilidh, which is kind of a large, chaotic, scottish square dance with kilts instead of western wear. Friday night I adventured to the orthodox synagogue down the street for services. I'd never been to an orthodox service before. They really do put the women behind a little wicker fence. But everyone was really friendly and I plan on going back. Saturday I went with some friends to Glasgow, which was really cool. It was very bustling and modern and I really couldn't understand what people said. Sunday, I recuperated. Now it's Monday, and after a long day of classes, reading, and being distracted by a group of friends in a cafe, I'm off to make dinner.
Cheers!
I love this cafe. I don't even know the name, but it's on the corner of Clerk and Bernard. Inside it feels like you're in a old disbanded grand store, with high ceilings and crumbling molding. The main draw for most seems to be the long row of internet terminals, where it costs 50p for 20 minutes of internet (even more expensive than the dryer). The draw for me is the relatively cheap coffee and the heavenly leather sofas.
This afternoon, I meant to sit on one of those sofas and read a book for my lit class. After about 30 minutes, a bunch of other students, friends of the guy working at the cafe, sat down around me. They were really friendly, and giggly, telling me about the party they'd had the night before and the boring lab they had the next day. Over time, more friends came in, saying "I was walking by and saw the whole gang was here" or something more scottish sounding. It really made me miss having my own big group of friends and our table in the back of the ratty, where you could always sit down and have a bunch of people to talk to.
I'm afraid what I've just written may sound a little more mopey than I feel. I really am glad to be in Edinburgh and to have a chance to be doing and seeing so many new things. Thursday night I went to a ceilidh, which is kind of a large, chaotic, scottish square dance with kilts instead of western wear. Friday night I adventured to the orthodox synagogue down the street for services. I'd never been to an orthodox service before. They really do put the women behind a little wicker fence. But everyone was really friendly and I plan on going back. Saturday I went with some friends to Glasgow, which was really cool. It was very bustling and modern and I really couldn't understand what people said. Sunday, I recuperated. Now it's Monday, and after a long day of classes, reading, and being distracted by a group of friends in a cafe, I'm off to make dinner.
Cheers!













