A Very Strange Week

It hasn't been the easiest week. Not that it's been bad, just more and more crap that in the end is really not important, just extremely frustrating.

I've had two dreams about Rob in the last week. Once at the B & B, and now again last night. I'm really not sure what they mean, considering I haven't spoken to him in three years. And, frankly, I'm a little weirded out that this has been happening. The one last night was even more disturbing because we were sitting on scaffolding, watching a concert, when the top began to tip forward and at first I thought it would stop, but then it just kept going and hundreds of people began falling in front of us. We were somewhere in the middle (like maybe there were five levels and we were on the second or third) and didn't actually fall, but it was pretty scary. I woke up when I was being attacked by a dog...

Today is my Friday. I am not going into work tomorrow. Instead I am taking the train to Dartford for an appointment to get my National Insurance Number. This should be interesting - they've asked me for about a million documents. It was quite an ordeal to even get the appointment, I had to call the appointment line almost every day for two weeks. Finally able to get through, the guy on the other line was quite entertaining... "You came all the way from the States to live THERE?!" Let's hope the people at the Job Centre in Dartford are as much fun!

We had a New Teachers' meeting yesterday and I sat in that room listening to a man speak about observations and lesson planning, and I thought, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I am really here." It's only taken a month for the reality to hit that I am in another country, living out a dream!