My name is Amara. 8/10 people pronounce it wrong.

Well, technically today.

I’ll be honest: As beautiful as the UK is and as relaxing as it has been sleeping in every day and just working on cosplay, I think I am ready to be in America again. I never ever thought I’d hear myself say this, but I kinda miss the USA. Being glowered at and talked down to by shopkeepers every time I need to use my card has been nerve-wracking and I’ve been terrified to talk to strangers outside of the anime convention I went to, and everything is literally 1.5 times the price it is in America. That means the cheapest items on the McDonald’s “value menu” is 99p, which is actually $1.53. Also, the bus costs $3.56 per person one way, and that ticket is non-transferable, so you have to pay over $10 a day sometimes to go anywhere that is more than 2 buses. I will just let that sink into the minds of my American followers who also have no money. 

For now, I actually miss going to my minimum wage job and dealing with people who think I’m an idiot not because I’m an ignorant foreigner, but because I work in retail. Is that messed up or weird?

Also, I am excited to be able to afford stuff to work on my costumes again! Everything here is imported, so the prices are wildly inflated and I suddenly understand why the costuming scene here is pretty much null. Like, shit quality cans of spray paint are usually around $13 at cheapest, which is why I have not even considered starting to paint anything. I have a new appreciation for American prices. It has been borderline humbling.

… the things I am really scared about leaving behind are… Andrew. I love him and this is going to be painful. I really wish things had worked out the way they were supposed to and he could be coming with me, but because of money and the abysmal job market in England, we get to have another tearful, miserable, awful parting at the airport and I will see him in September at the earliest. Because of money. LDR = bullshit.

I am bringing home so much tea.