Well sorry to say, I am still in the hostel. As nice as it is by hostel standards, I would much prefer to be in my own house by now. Its a frustrating system over here. They don't have what we call the muliple list system, so for every house you want to see, you have to go to the individual agent who has it listed. Things also go very quickly, so if you see it on their website or with a sign hanging out front, it's already been rented. To make a long story short, I think I found the place this morning. I have to do the paperwork on Thursday and hope to move in on Friday or Saturday. The houses here are quite small by American standards, but this one does have 2 bedrooms, a dining area and sitting room, AND most importantly a washer and drier! (Its surprising how many times you can wear a pair of pants/jeans when you have too!).
On a better note I had a lovely weekend getaway at my Auntie Pat's house. She lives in a town called Bingley, which is about an hour away in the car, but on the train only takes about 35 minutes. She invited Auntie Lyn, Uncle Dave, Uncle Hugh, and his friend Marcia over for dinner, so it was a little reunion of sorts. I stayed over and had my first good nights sleep in 4 days. (The disco behind the hostel is only closed on Mondays) It was so awesome!
In the morning we went to my first "car boot sale". Think garage sale on wheels. Everyone pulls into a parking lot with all their junk to sell in the boot (trunk) of their car. I picked up my first Toby Jug, a tea pot commemorating the Queen's Golden Jubilee, and some York Minster coasters. I am such a tourist!
