York Weekend

With classes and my internship starting things have really started to pick up, and i'm finding myself with less and less free time. Friday was my first day at Parkers Fashion Group, where I will be interning for the next 12 weeks. Its a really small company, founded by the woman who owns it Linda and her husband Glynn over 20 years ago. Both Linda and Glynn work there, in addition to two women named Dianna and Beverly. Aside from that there are 3 interns including myself. On an average day though, only 5 of us will be in the office at a given time. Through just a few days working there in addition to my experiences at Lucky Dog back in Chicago, I am realizing that I really love to be in a small work environment. When everyone at Parkers sits in the same room talking and exchanging ideas and stories, I feel welcomed. I feel comfortable and feel like I can be myself. Everyone who works there is so nice and willing to help me out, they feed me with food and useful tips for things to do around London. In fact, tonight I am going out with everyone for pizza. It's obvious that they care about the people who they hire, and as Glynn said, once a Parkers girl, always a Parkers Girl.

This weekend Basia, Sara, and I had a planned trip to York with the University of Westminster. After having a great time in Cardiff last weekend, I was looking forward to leaving the city again. On Saturday we took a bus early in the morning to York, the once capital of England. It was a really quaint town, with cobble stone streets and cute little shops. We got to see York Minster, which was a huge church erected during the medieval times. Churches are my favorite things to visit in the world, so this was very pleasing and exciting to me. There is just so much to look at! On the trip we also went to an old Abby that was basically left in ruins, and also to Haworth, where the Brontë sisters/family lived.

Lit a candle at York Minster

Lolz

Downtown York

Basia at the hostel

Outside of the Abby

We were pretty far north so it was really cold, and by the middle of the day on Sunday I was really looking forward to coming back to Harrow. Its funny how places which you never thought you could call home can quickly turn into just that. When you are left with pretty much nothing, you learn to familiarize yourself with a certain situation (example: a shitty plastic mattress on a cot which is now my "bed", and with certain people (example: a group of young British folk who belong in the United States with me) and you quickly learn to love it all. I was very happy though, to have spent the weekend with Basia and Sara. I feel as if I don't see them very often (or at least as often as they see each other) and when I do, we don't spend much time together. I don't mind being on the outside, but this weekend it was nice to feel back in.