Loving Yorkshire

When I first moved to the UK, I admit it, I wasn’t impressed with this place. The weather, the language, the culture: everything was so different from the sunny, hot, little city in the south of Italy where I used to live.

Over the years, I learnt to love the crispy air on a September morning, enjoying a hot chocolate in December, and see the flowers blossom in April. And once I was at peace with what seemed impossible to live with, I started to see and love the beauty that this place has to offer.

So I will start this series of posts “Loving Yorkshire”, where I share my photos of York, I hope you enjoy them!

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  1. I had no idea Yorkshire was this beautiful, honestly. I lived in London for a few years and regret not going to Scotland, Yorkshire, and taking a train to Paris. I still kick myself over that.
    Thank you for bringing Yorkshire closer 🙂 And it is when you accept something that you start seeing the beauty in it. Lovely post my friend.

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  2. What lovely photographs! Right now, with no traveling, I enjoy seeing the landscapes of others! I had some of those same feelings when I moved to the South of our country for a while during my younger years. I missed the change of seasons and I didn’t care much for the food or the weather. But I learned to embrace the more subtle change of seasons, and explored the ethnic cuisines such as Cajun and Creole, and fell in love with those! Then I came home and brought a bit of that with me.

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  3. I love the name of your blog, PW. It had me totally intrigued and I had to come and check you out and wasn’t disappointed. I am rather curious about what took you from Italy to Yorkshire and it seems like you haven’t gone back.
    I’m from Sydney, but my husband and I bought our first home an hour’s drive North by the beach.This sounds rather idyllic and in many ways it was. However, I was culturally very different and it was very difficult to find my tribe here. It took years and I’m still reliant on my online blogging friends for connection. It became very hard when I was home with my son for the first year and I felt very trapped and like my real self had been extinguished. I also resented how my husband could just walk out the door and be off. However, somewhere along the way we fast-forward and now our son is 16 and is about to start his final year at school. Fast-forward two years and he might’ve moved out and I’ll be complaining although he still has his sister two years behind him, even if she is very keen to overtake. Our daughter has known all her best friends from birth through playgroup all those years ago. This goes to show that in many ways the people make the place, and as much as I’d like to go on some adventures, it’s been good that we’ve been settled. We have friends and history here, although now and then I still hear Sydney calling me.
    BTW after that ramble, I should say I enjoyed your photos and look forward to reading more.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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    • Hi Rowena, thank you so much for your kind words. I am glad to hear that you are now settled. Unfortunately it is not always easy, sometimes it takes a while to feel like home. For me it was more a language barrier, I really struggled to understand some accents and proverbs, and I still do, but I did change my approach to it: at the beginning I was just very shy and didnt have the courage to say anything, now I just take the funny side of it! I am like “please either write it down or bear with me, I need subs on!” ahahah! Maybe you can go visit Syndey sometimes when you miss it a lot? Thats what I used to do when I missed home (pre-covid!)

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      • language difficulties make things so much harder. I spent six months in Germany and it was quite difficult even though the people spoke English much of the time. However, it was more difficult in groups where they’d be speaking German and making plans and they’d be out the door before I even knew what was happening. Meanwhile, a friend and I have a weekly coffee at a local cafe. One of the girls working there is Asian and speaks English but Australian is another story. when she asks us if we’d like a mug or a cup, my friend always replies: “A mug for a mug”. It took quite a bit of explaining. Basically, If you say that someone is a mug, you mean that they are stupid and easily deceived by other people.
        I’ve also heard it’s got more difficult for people with accents during covid when people are trying to understand them through a mask.
        I’m quite surprised that I haven’t been missing Sydney. I bought a new synthesizer keyboard and have taken up the piano again and that’s helping to ease my spirit. I’m also researching and writing series of books about AUstralian soldier’s biographies during WWI and why they enlisted. This is taking up much of my time and I’m hoping it’s going to lead to a new career path. However, it’s a long and intense road and I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get a draft together, let alone a published book. However, it’s certainly given me a raison d’etre beyond my family.
        Good on you for starting to rise above and overcome your language difficulties. Embrace yourself in all it’s technicolour glory and never apologise for who you are or belittle yourself. I would say that to anyone , but after reading your blog and seeing your capabilities, it is particularly true for you. Stand tall. Look yourself square on in the mirror and be proud of who you are. No ifs, buts maybes.
        Now, I’ll try to do the same.
        Best wishes,
        Rowena

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      • Thank you so much, it is such a lovely message ❤ you dont know how much I needed these words today! The book you are writing seems so cool! I am sure you will get where you want, when you put your heart into something, life always finds a way! Keep doing what you love, and I am sure it will take you where you are meant to be! PS I never heard "a mug for a mug" – always learning something new!

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      • I’ll have to tell my friend our English lesson has been passed onto an Italian living in Yorkshire via the internet. How extraordinary. I love it!
        You’re welcome for the encouragement. We need more of it, especially during these covid troubles.

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  4. Oh, that first photo with the reflection is lovely. I appreciate your honesty, how it was not love at first sight, but as with life, we learn to cope, at best, fall in love what we are dealt with. I hope you are having a nice start to autumn and enjoying the thickest, warmest cups of chocolate.

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