I'm not alone...

I thought I was the only one in Minot, but last night I shared a drink with two football-loving (soccer) Englishman. It felt unreal to be hearing such accents in the middle of North Dakota, and for a few hours I could have been sat in an English pub for all I knew, had it not been for the lack of cider (no Bulmers/Magners here), 15 screens showing NFL, and the sight of George Washington’s face everytime I opened my wallet. Still, it was nice to be able to say ‘alright mate’ and ‘ proper/well good’ as well as sharing some North Dakotan cultural observations.

Last Monday was labor day, a holiday dedicated to the working in which they are encouraged to take a day off. It was therefore ironic to discover that some people I knew were being paid double time to show up, giving great incentive to work on a day which encourages the exact opposite.

In true spirit of labor day, we kicked back and relaxed at the nearby lake with Morgan and Travis. The weather was beautiful and the beers were cold, so as we laid on Travis’ boat, it was hard to complain. Whitney and I tried our hand at water-skiing, which we did surprisingly well at. It took a few attempts to get going but we soon got there. Whitney held the record for staying above water the longest, although did have one comical fall (see video). After an assured start, she suddenly looked as if she’d turned into stone and fell straight back.

Although I’ve felt comfortable in Minot since first arriving, I still find myself feeling frustrated and isolated due to the lack of surroundings. It’s like a lone spot/zit on your cheek. Although the spot itself is fairly admirable, it’s the only one around, and surrounded only by skin (farmland/open grassland in this case). I miss having the option of jumping in the car and taking a day-trip to a nearby spot… I mean city/ attraction. But then on the other hand I’m sick of jumping in the car and having to drive everywhere. I like being able to walk to the shops and the gym. Like I said in an earlier post, when I attempted to go running along the pavement last month, it just suddenly ended, as if giving a huge middle finger to anyone stupid enough to be on-foot.

Right now Whitney and I are sat on the sofa. I’m blogging, while she watches a tv program on an old lady who houses cats; too many cats. And whilst we’re both leaning valuable life lessons from this lady, it’d be nice to have more to do on a weekend. When considering our options for the day, I typed ‘attractions in Minot, North Dakota’ into Google and concluded that our options were either to go to the zoo (which we did a few days ago), go to church (I wasn’t keen), play golf (Whitney wasn’t keen), or go see a movie. So guess what we’re doing this afternoon? Yep, another movie. I just find it hard to imagine myself living in a place like this for a considerable length of time, which is something we’ve recently discussed. Don’t get me wrong, Minot has a special place in my heart, as well North Dakota as a whole (I’ve never experienced such a friendly environment), but I just know there’s more out there to see.

After recently reading a friend’s blog (a fellow Brit also living in America), he noted the different countries in which people had asked if he was from. Like him, I often get asked if I’m Australian, which, although way-off-the-mark, is understandable. However, I’ve also been asked if I’m Austrian, Italian and French to name a few bizarre ones. Au Revoir.

Routine and home comforts..

I feel like i've been in a time-warp. Weeks have flown by, with so much happening in-between.

Firstly, we finally moved into our apartment (pictures to follow). The exterior is nothing to dance about but the inside is nice. We have a spacious, wooden floored living room and plenty of closet space (Whitney needs it!). The one bedroom is perfectly adequate, and the kitchen is... well... a kitchen. I mean it has a fridge, an oven, and cupboards.. Basically it's pretty standard, but all we really need, like pajamas almost, in that they don't necessarily have to be D&G for you to just go to sleep in them.

I handed over complete control to Whit when it came to the floor-plan. She does that stereotypical female "ooh, the table and chairs would looks perfect under that wall mirror" thing, which is fine as long as it makes her happy. I'm just content knowing that our neighbourhood is safe, as my main worry was having to leave her in a shady ghetto when I return to England in November.

One drawback - more-so for Whitney - is that we're close to the train tracks, and they run all through the night. I don't know if there's a specific term for it, but I'm one of those sleepers who likes background noise - music, a movie, the sound of a fan etc... Whitney is not. So as the trains roll by through the night, I'm content, where as she'll often be woken. I nearly jumped out of my skin a few nights ago when I awoke to the noise of stomping feet and windows being slammed closed. "What's this, the extra loud train!?" Whitney cried, as another train rode by, honking it's horn every few seconds.

Work has been enjoyable thus far. Being a waiter, with an English accent, in a culture that tips generously is a good combination. Although I do often get asked if I'm Australian. I don't know if it's because the intonation in my voice rises when I speak to customers, or if they just realise that English is my first language, yet I'm obviously not American.

As mentioned in my last post, it seems like everything is starting to come together: the apartment, a paycheck, stability... I feel comfortable right now. And whatever lies around the corner (for Whitney and I), it's already been an unforgettable ride so far. Six-and-a-half months ago, on a regular wednesday night out at 'The Engine Shed', (a club in Lincoln) I could never have imagined that a pair of beautiful blue eyes that caught my attention on the dance floor could have led me here, to America.

I've always lived by the notion that it's good to have a plan, but at the same time always be ready for something to change. I had my heart set on traveling straight after University, but then a better option came along. Although I suppose this is still technically traveling anyway, isn't it? The point is, be flexible, and don't be afraid to jump into something with two feet. If it fails, at least you'll have tried. To come here I had to leave the comfort zone of friends, family, and a familiar culture. But the hardest thing was denying my parents the (potentially) proudest day of their lives - watching me graduate from University with second class honours. For them to put the time, effort, and money into me for all of these years, only for me to say "actually I won't be there," must be hard to take. But their response was simply, "If you want to go, then go."

When the day comes for me to be a parent, I'll have some fricking big shoes to fill...

The pieces all fit together, but..

Since arriving in Minot I've gradually eased into a comfort zone day-by-day. I suppose It's always the same when you move somewhere new - it takes time to adjust, but you get there in the end. When I look back to only four days ago when I was driving around (alone) like a mad man, looking for an apartment that I passed at least five times, i'm so glad that it's been uphill from there.

I now have a job, which I start tomorrow. So if anyone wishes to come over to North Dakota for some fine Italian food, I'll be more than happy to be your waiter.* The staff seem nice and the manageress was also very friendly, so touch-wood I'll enjoy my time at 'Michael's restaurant'.

Tomorrow i'm going to finally join the gym, which I've missed since being over here. I must be one of few people to actually lose weight in America, although i'm sure that'll change as my appetite dramatically increases day-by-day.

I'm also starting to get to grips with the roads around here. No longer am I constantly finding myself heading out of town by accident. Granted, it did take me five minutes to figure out how to put fuel in the car today, but again, I got there in the end.

So all the pieces of the puzzle are slowly fitting into place. Everything Whitney and I planned in England has so far turned out according to plan: Me coming over here, us renting an apartment, getting jobs etc. There's just one problem: The USA isn't an easy country to stay in.

Before I left England I lost count of the number of times someone would say, "I bet you aren't going to come back, are you?" to which I had to constantly reply, "I have to. I have to. No, really, I have to." Sometimes it feels like I'm putting together this really nice jigsaw of a zebra, but there's pieces missing from the box; pieces that are going to be hard to find. I'm setting up a life that I haven't yet figured out how to carry on with after the next three-and-a-half months.

For those of you who haven't read up on your USA immigration laws of late, here are my options for coming back to the USA in the near future:

1) Buy my way in. Although last time I checked I didn't have $100,000 - $1,000,000 lying around.

2) Find an American company to sponsor me to work here. For that to happen I would have to possess a skill that can't typically be found over here, and being able to pee for a long time doesn't count, I'm sure.

3) Get married.

While the issue is constantly playing on my mind, it would be foolish to worry-away the time that I do have here. I live life like it's my only one. If I want to do something i.e. runaway to America for the Summer, I'll do it. And if a man in a suit, sat in a US embassy is what impedes me from living here permanently, then I'll find a way, providing that's what I still want.

I'm getting a little deep tonight, I know. But then again this is my 'online journal' for the world to see, so it would seem only appropriate to express my thoughts at the time of writing this.

Goodnight to all my family and friends in England, and to the people who have made my first few weeks in the USA an enjoyable time x

* providing you tip generously.

Going solo

Riding 4-wheeler the day before we left for Minot

Being in a different country and living within a different culture is strange enough. But to then suddenly be left alone, with a car that you're supposed to drive on a side of the road you're unfamiliar with... Well, it's a shock to the body, for me at least.

After dropping Whit off for Annual Army training I headed off to a friend's apartment in Minot. It took me way longer to find it than it should have, but I got there eventually. The one time I did commit a driving error happened to be right next to a police car. I clenched my teeth and didn't dare look in that direction. Thankfully no siren's were sounded, and so I drove off a free, relieved man. I worked on my CV/resume in the afternoon, and then relaxed for much of the night.

Today I decided to go for a run. Back home, or at Whit's home out in the country, I would pass green fields, feel at ease with the world, and return happy and energized. In Minot I ran past fast food joints, dodged traffic, and at one point had to jog across car parks because the pavement suddenly disappeared. I felt crazy being almost the only person on foot; people drive everywhere here. Apparently the apartment we'll be moving into is near a park, so I should have more luck there.

After my run I decided to grab a Subway sandwich (no plug intended). As soon as I opened my mouth to order I suddenly had three people around me, asking where I was from and why I was here in Minot of all places. This happened a few times today, including at 'Miracle Mart' while I was purchasing beer. I miss my friends and family, especially when I'm in a bad mood and just want to talk to someone. But the fact that everyone I meet here is so friendly makes me feel much more comfortable.

This time alone without Whitney has let me truly reflect on my time in the USA thus far. Not so much the things I've done, but more the vast culture shock that I've experienced without really acknowledging it. I feel happy enough, but sometimes I find it hard to pay attention, and I'll often have to ask the same question numerous times before it registers. Maybe I'm just going insane? But seriously, to say how quickly my life has transitioned from being a student without a worry in the world, to being an 'adult', and then suddenly moving to a new country - all within a month - is a pretty big step I suppose.

On the road to everywhere...

'The Mall of America': Theme Park included

It's been a while, but yes, I'm still alive.

The last week has seen us travel here, there and everywhere within North Dakota (we've been on the road for over 25 hours in the last week).

We had a great 4th July at the lakeside cabin. I felt a little weird celebrating America's independence from England at first, but hey, we'll all friends now, right?

Whilst there I tried my hand at 'tubing', which involved laying chest-down on a flotation device, before being dragged along the lake by a boat. I'm unsure of what speeds we reached, but it felt really fast! In fact it was sometimes painful to fall off to suddenly be halted by the water.

The day after that we travelled to Minneapolis for a wedding, which was also a good day. Both of them said 'yes' which was a positive start, and then as the night went on I had the chance to catch up with friends I hadn't seen for a while, including some from 'over the pond'.

The next day we travelled to 'The Mall Of America;' My god that place was big. For the English: Imagine your favourite mall, add 5 of them together, and then throw in a theme park: yes, a theme park I say! If I would have been separated from the group I would still be walking around in circles now. Either that or I would have just dedicated my life to riding the log flume.

Skip forward a week and I now find myself in the City. The City of Minot. Whit is away at Annual Army training, so I'm staying with some friends for the next 9 days or so. We have a deposit down on an apartment to rent, but we can't sign the lease until both of us are around.

Tomorrow I start job hunting. Once Whitney and I are both working and settled into the apartment it'll be a new chapter as far as I'm concerned. The next thing will be figuring out how the heck I can come back to this country, providing that's what I want at the end of my visa...

saddles and cattle prods

Today rounded off what has been a great first week in North Dakota. As I've already said: it's a different world here. The landscape, the roads, the weather: all new for me. At the same time, I've gradually become more and more familiar with the way of life. In fact, I feel like i've been here for months. 

Yesterday I had my first real introduction to horse riding. Me, Whit, and her mum each rode across the nearby lands under the dusky sun. I tried to look as relaxed as possible whilst riding 'Robo', but my tense body posture suggested that I was actually 'shitting bricks.' To be fair, this was only true on one occasion when I learnt how to make Robo trot without first asking how to make him stop. I'm used to an accelerator and brakes, and so when I was being pulled at what left like 50 mph to realise I had no means off stopping, I knew this wasn't the same as driving a VW Polo. 

Moving on from horses to another farmyard animal: today I spent much of the day herding cows. 

The process involved chasing the cows with ATVs (4-wheelers) until they headed towards the confined pens. Once inside, there were then guided one-by-one into a cage which disturbingly reminded me of a trap you'd see in the 'SAW' films. As a cow entered, it would clamp down around them so they couldn't move, making it easier to then inject them with the necessary drugs.  It sounds fairly straight forward, but my introduction to cows taught me that they:

1) are very strong

2) don't often cooperate 

This meant that it took over 7 hours and a ton of patience to get the job done. I love trying new things, so I did actually enjoy the day. It was also fun to use the cattle prod to jolt the cows when they became overly stubborn (Whit wouldn't let me try it on her)...

Tomorrow we head to a friend's lakeside cabin for the day, where we'll be staying overnight. Then on Saturday we begin an eight hour drive to Minneapolis for a wedding which takes place on Sunday. It'll be good to see not only the bride and groom, but also a group of friends from England, as well as America, who are heading there also.  

Hello America!

I've been here for three full days now, and i've got to say: it's a different world out here!

All three of my flights were smooth and I landed in Minot, North Dakota in perfect time. Whitney greeted me with patriotic American balloons, looking 'gorgeous as ever. We didn't stay in a hotel after all, and instead made the two hour drive to Whit's home. I felt fatigued and jet lagged, but was kept wide awake by the overwhelming feeling of.. well everything. I had taken a giant leap from my comfort zone, and going from a crowded city to a rural, sparsely populated land of greenery made this hit home instantly. Still, I had chosen to be here, and I was glad to be here, ready to experience something new. 

We arrived at Whit's house, which again is surrounded by beautiful scenic greenery, and not a lot else. I met the parents; I met the pets (a dog named Kobe, two cats, and four horses). All are whom are very nice. That night we chilled out and watched a film; I wasn't awake enough to do much else! 

Skip forward three days and I've experienced a little more of North Dakotan life. We went out for one of Whit's friend's birthday last night. It's a strange feeling going from being part of the majority population, and then suddenly becoming the minority. On the one hand it's nice to be the 'novelty' where everyone wants to know more about England and English culture, but on the other hand, it's annoying not knowing 'the ropes' around here. But like anything, you get there with experience and every day I feel more apart of this place. My first impressions are that life is very laid back here. The people I've met so far all seem pretty chilled and at ease with the surroundings. It's hard not to be. Like I keep saying, the scenery is very calm, and the traffic on the roads in non-existent. A few beers also helps as well I suppose. 

 Today I rode horse for the first time ever, albeit it briefly. Everyday I learn something new about them either through Whit or her mum, so I should be an expert in a few weeks! I also saw a horse show, where people compete in different timed events with their horses. 

I should also mention the weather: beautiful! The skies have been clear, and I swear the sun looks bigger and brighter here, not that we get to see it in England anyway..

Stay tuned for more!