UPDATE #9: TROUBLES A BELGIAN CAN HAVE INTEGRATING IN ENGLAND

First of all before I start my actual post, a little announcement. As you may have read last week, I recently started working and the change from student life/unemployement to a fairly physical job has been a bit of a shock to the system (I even lost a little bit of weight, not complaining about that though!). Therefore I’ll probably make it a bit easier for myself on the blogging front for a couple of weeks and maybe write some shorter posts that are less topical and more, well, about myself.

Some random nice English countryside I came accross today. I just felt like another picture was needed here.

Some random nice English countryside I came across today. I just felt like another picture was needed here.

Now for the the actual post: I managed to snatch up a job in England, get an English bank account, a National Insurance number (oh how I love administration..) and a free gym membership (I have my ways. (although actually it was only for one month and is ending next week, but that’s ok because I now get paid to lift things anyway)) in under a month. Apart from getting an English phone number (which I will get as soon as I get some money into that English bank account) that’s pretty much my whole ‘Moving to England’-to do list ticked off. What an example of integration I am! However there is always room for improvement, there are still quite a few things that I haven’t gotten used to.

A few examples :

First of all you can tell by my accent that I’m not a real English lass. Due to watching too many American TV shows I’ve added an American twang to my slightly Flemish accent. I feel like I should be saying cheers or mate a lot more; a combination of the two would be even better! Although I do think people are too harsh on English food (it’s not THAT bad) there are a few things that I might never learn to appreciate. Such things being: baked beans (especially not in the morning!), cod in batter and Worcestershire Sauce (I just don’t see the added value of drenching a perfectly nice meal in it). I have grown very fond of a cooked breakfast (minus the beans) and a Sunday Roast though.

I do miss this delicacy from the homeland a lot:

OMNOMNOMNOMNOM

OMNOMNOMNOMNOM

Another problem I have is that when I go out, I usually end up feeling a bit underdressed. Us Belgians are pretty relaxed when it comes to dressing up. A dress? yes. Heels? maybe. Fake eyelashes, hair or tan? Almost definitely not. Even though English girls seem to put a lot more effort into their party looks I think I’ll stick to my Belgian ways, partly because of laziness but also partly because I prefer a more ‘natural’ look. Lastly, a problem I’ve had when going through all the administration that comes with moving abroad, starting a new job etc. is my name. My last name (which I won’t put on here because of privacy blahblah) is freaking LONG and not very English, so I’ve had to spell it out about 2 million times so far and still people managed to spell it wrong on my train card and my employee card at work.

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