Sunday, October 6, 2013

The Other Chi-Town

How can I be so lucky to have lived in three beautiful places in England? Here I am, settled in (mostly) to my house here in Chichester, and I couldn't be more delighted with the city so far.

Chichester is a cathedral city, but other than that single large defining feature, it's very quaint and small. The town centre is almost adorable. Going down the main streets on Friday afternoon was exciting, discovering familiar British shops and unique local treasures alike. There were stalls set up with local produce and meat, not to mention fresh meat pies, sweet baked goods, and cheese wedges. That wasn't even the official farmer's market which happens on Wednesdays and Saturdays, which I have yet to explore!

We also took a little look around the cathedral gardens, which were lovely.

I admit that there's not as much going on as there might be in Cambridge or Norwich, but I'm anticipating a school schedule which will keep me busy enough not to notice. The Chi calendar of events seems to have live music listed at least once a week, anyway, and lots of little things like salsa classes or folk singalongs. And, if I'm honest, my house is amazing and who wouldn't want to spend time there?! It's far removed from a student house - beautiful neighbourhood, lovely large rooms, and a nice roomy kitchen where I can maybe try out some historical recipes. I did a very British thing yesterday and spent Saturday evening watching X Factor and Strictly Come Dancing with my flatmate - shows I would never take to in the States, but I always love the enthusiasm for them and, even when it is a little cheesy, yeah, I like to root for my favourites...

Finishing lunch, tidying up, and then getting on with a bit of work now!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

An Admin Afternoon

Without fail, when you arrive in a new country, there is a lot of excitement and confusion. Luckily, I think I've moved back and forth from the USA to the UK enough times that the confusion is all cleared up. I know just where to go for shopping trips, I am familiar with the way things work, and rarely ever do I get tripped up over the differences in language anymore (I did learn the word "cobbed" the other day where I would have said "hocked a loogie", though!).

I do still feel excited, though not the same overactive tummy butterflies that I had the first time around. Now, it's excitement born out of returning, seeing British treats at the grocery store that I missed in America, taking trains and having good public transport available instead of needing a car, and seeing places and people that haven't been a part of my life for the past year, except over the internet.

But, ah, yes, there is one more thing that comes with a big move: administration. So far today, I've spent the morning tidying my suitcases (just one more day before my Cambridge holiday ends and I head to Chichester to set up house). The afternoon has been one long mess of registration. I registered my Oyster card, my railcard, my Nectar card, and even a Costa coffee club card. I looked up where to register for a GP (or doctor, if I was still in the USA). I ordered a SIM card that I will need to register as soon as it arrives. The only things I haven't registered for are two academic conferences that I plan on attending, one of which I am giving a paper at, and that is only because my federal student loan has been held up (not by the shutdown... yet... but rather by some updates the financial department at my university had to do).

I do feel productive, anyway. I'm sure the next week will feel like more of the same, until finally I get started on my course on the 8th and can get down to why I came back in the first place!

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Back on GMT

After a mere sixteen hours of travel, and over twenty-four hours of being awake, I'm now back in the UK! And I must have brought the sunshine with me, because the weather in Cambridge has been abnormally awesome the past few days. It's a bit brisk in the evenings, but today I actually felt warm in a light long-sleeve shirt. Crazy! I expected to freeze, especially coming from 103°F (a.k.a. 39.5°C). But no, really, it's been very pleasant.

I also had a lovely evening with a fellow expat, Sam (of the Duchess of Nowhere blog!) my first night in. I didn't want to take a nap, because I'm trying to get on a GMT schedule, so somehow I managed to power through from a 9 a.m. arrival all the way to drinks at the pub in the evening with the boyfriend (Ben), Sam, and Ben's flatmates. Of course, I had a long, long lie-in the next morning, but I'm getting there!

It does feel a bit like a holiday still, as I'm in Cambridge for the next few days before moving down to West Sussex (Chichester) where my course will be. But I can't complain - this is probably my favorite (favourite ;P) city in the world, so far as my travel knowledge takes me, so being amongst the colleges and greens along the Cam doesn't bother me one bit. I will take advantage of it while I can!

xx Rose

Monday, September 23, 2013

Working Abroad - Part 1: Obtaining a Position on a Tier 4

I'm always a little hesitant to post about things like job interviews, just in case it doesn't go well and I feel like I have to do some kind of follow-up lamenting that I didn't get the position. But, of course, here is an expat quandary that I feel I must write about and I've thought about it leading up to this job interview, so I'll jump in.

I think this is going to be better as a series, since there's a lot about working abroad to talk about. It's good to know right off the bat that, since my visa is Tier 4 Student, I can't speak with experience about securing a work visa. I have researched these kinds of visas a bit, but, honestly, all my attempts to get one prior to becoming a student (again) were NOT fruitful. That's because there's a kind of catch-22 relating to work visas: you need a work visa to get a position, you need a position to get a work visa. The company you're applying to has to show that you, and not a similarly qualified UK citizen, are the only one who can do that job (so any kind of non-skilled job is out). Along with that, the company also has to have a sponsorship license, and smaller companies may not be able to afford these. I would venture to say most universities have one, and most larger corporations, but I personally ran into an issue when a small publishing house offered me a position. They did not have a license, and couldn't really afford the time and money to get one, and so I had to seek elsewhere.

There are some varying conditions for highly skilled workers (doctors, scientists, etc.) that would allow for the grant of a visa, but I'm not at that skill level and, again, just don't have the experience to confidently write advice about that.

So who can I help with my experience? Tier 4 students, like me, who are looking for part-time work.

The first time I studied abroad, it was basically a year's holiday. I didn't work, because my savings were substantial enough that I didn't have to supplement in order to live. But my second time around, my savings had been depleted and I was basically living off a loan and needed some extra money.

The first thing you need to do is get an NIS (National Insurance) number. This will allow you to get paid! I phoned up Jobcentre Plus and was sent a packet of forms to fill out, which proved my right to work in the UK as detailed on my visa. More information on how to do that can be found here. I always, always forget my NIS number, especially as I did a bad thing and lost my original letter granting me one. But lucky me, it's always found on my past pay stubs, so I've been able to provide it to new employers this year.

On a Tier 4 student visa, you are permitted to work 20 hours per week during term time. Obviously, this is going to limit you to part-time work. I believe there is some leeway for students who are doing work as an agreed part of their course (say, someone on a bursary who is teaching while doing a postgraduate degree, or someone doing paid research through the university which contributes to their final marks). But generally, most international students will need to find a flexible work situation where they will be scheduled 20 hours or less.

Where to find a job that can provide that? Well, the university is ALWAYS a good place to start. Most UK universities have union shops, bars, book shops, etc. which need part-time employees, and, as part of the uni, they will understand that you may need to work around classes, exams, dissertation deadlines, and whatever else school throws at you. They may also have work that is relevant to your degree - for example, I have just applied to an assistant position at my research centre. Perhaps there is a project underway at your university which you are qualified for, and will bulk up your academic/career CV as well as provide you with a bit of cash. These can usually be found advertised on your university's HR or careers page.

Next, retail/bar/cafe work. I know for some postgrad students that might be a major step down from whatever it is you were doing before, but the flexibility of jobs like this can't really be beat. However, unlike the university, you may need to really emphasize to your employer the legal issues surrounding your hours. I worked at an amazing retail job that I loved (and actually continued with that company in the States after I came back!), but sometimes I was scheduled over 20 hours during term time. During holidays, I admittedly worked more hours, but I was also not working on a heavy school load or taking classes, either and we were on official university Christmas/Easter break during that time. Make sure your boss is aware of your restrictions, and be honest about them up front. Just because they are managing a store doesn't mean they know about the limitations of student work visas, and it's your job to educate them so that you don't get in trouble.

Finally, you could look for a position advertised in the area just as you would in your home country. Use newspapers, online job listings, etc. The caveat here is that most of the jobs advertised for long-term positions are going to full-time, and they may have more rigid hours than your school schedule can accommodate. You can't perform a 9-5 on a student visa. But someone looking for a part-time employee might only need you two to three days a week, and that could easily fit around your classes and schoolwork (which is, of course, a first priority on a student visa). Again, it is your job to inform your employer about your visa restrictions. They will not be punished for employing you outside your allowed hours, but you might experience repercussions.

It is possible to work and go to school, and for some students, might be necessary. But as you can see, it's really important to understand the restrictions you're under on Tier 4! If you're knowledgeable, you can teach your employer, and work out a position which fulfills both your employment needs and your visa restrictions.

Look out for Part 2 in this series in the upcoming week.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

How Not To Pack

I would love to be a Packing Guru. I've seen other expat blogs which detail how to pack for an international move. They have expert advice on what to take, how to fit all that into your allowed suitcase limits, and what to leave behind. My expert advice would probably sound like this: "Take everything you own, strew it all over the living room, and then try and roll it up to fit as much as possible into two suitcases, one carry-on, and a laptop bag."

It sounds like that because that is exactly what I have done. I have strewn everything I own all over my living room. Half of it is rolled up into suitcases. The rest is all over the floor, the couches, and the coffee table. I've been agonizing over weight limits, but can't quite accurately weigh my bags until I manage to get most of my clothes, books, and make-up/hair products into them.

I've done this packing THREE TIMES. Five, if you include the two times I moved back to Arizona. Why am I still so bad at it?! Well, I will get through it. I have a week. I can do this.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Four years ago, I was packing to go to England and start my study abroad year at the University of East Anglia in Norwich. Two years ago, I was once more headed to England to study, this time for my master's degree at Anglia Ruskin University in Cambridge. Now, I hold a visa in my hand, granted for four and a half years in order to complete a PhD at the University of Chichester in Chichester, West Sussex.

This blog was never properly kept up, for various reasons. At first, I wanted it to help keep a record of what I was doing abroad for my family's sake. But every so often I go back and read some of those posts from the first few days of my life abroad. Things are so different now - I'm not engaged anymore (but neither am I married, so that should speak for itself about that). I want to go into academia, not publishing. British things are no longer "new" - total, I've lived in the UK for almost three years. But why miss out on writing about the things I'll be doing in a new city and in a new program? I wish I had written more during my time in Cambridge, so it's only fair that I give Chichester the same try. Third time is the charm, right?

So here's what I'm doing now to prepare to leave: not much. I keep meaning to pack, of course, and I will get around to it (I mean, I leave in thirteen days, I can probably afford to spend some time packing!). But unlike that first go around four years ago, the butterflies aren't doing flips in my stomach. England is familiar and beloved to me. I miss it, like I miss Tucson when I'm in the UK. It's just that I no longer have the fear that I'm not capable of moving to a new country, or that things will be too different for me to handle, or that I don't have enough practice being independent. I get nervous once in a while, yeah. I got very homesick last time. It was rough going through a break-up when my best friends and family were so far away. But all told, things worked out beautifully. I started producing my best creative work ever. I started on a research path for something I'm incredibly passionate about. I fell in love with the city of Cambridge (and, after some healing, yes, another Brit ;P).

Thirteen days. Beginning this journey again. It's all the same and all different. But it's going to be amazing, I can tell.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

This City Makes Me Swoon

Six days ago, I re-arrived in Cambridge. Since most of my stuff was already here, it was like coming home to both the alien and the familiar. I had no idea what to expect from my flatmates or the university or the city at all. Even though I had met all three a few weeks ago, it still felt so up in the air.

I'm pleased to say that I'm adjusting very well. The city, first of all, is beyond breathtaking. The first moment I saw King's College, I'm pretty sure my heart skipped a beat. The river is picturesque and seems stuck backwards in time with its old-fashioned punters gliding along it. The market is inspirational and brimming with the most beautiful vegetables and fruits and ohmygosh the most yummy looking bread!

Did I mention that to get there it is less than a ten minute walk?

I am so lucky.

Cambridge itself just seems to overflow with things to offer me. Last weekend, at the park that is even closer to me than the market, there was a food, garden, and produce festival. My flatmates cooed over the animals, and one of them even paid £1 to have the amazing experience of holding an owl on her arm. We nibbled on everything to offer and perused the produce competition.











Now that I've explored everything, though, I need to get used to having classes again... Moll Flanders, I'm coming for ya'!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Out, Again.

Recently, I decided to take up baking bread, both for the fun of it and because it saves a few pennies every week and yields a much tastier product versus store-bought bread. Most of it went well, except for one disastrous batch where I may or may not have killed the little yeastie beasties...

But this is not a baking blog, this is a blog about my journeys in England. Let me show you where this is going:

Everything you can buy in America comes in a number of sizes, and one of those options is usually 'super size.' There is no dispute about the hugeness of American cars, meals, and (yeah, yeah, we've all heard the Americans are fat thing...) people.

Americans like hefty things. They like bulk. Most of the time, I love the smallness of the UK (though I am terrified to learn to drive on those eensy-weensy streets!). But sometimes I need bulk.

Like when I'm baking, and I screw up, and I have used up the last of the flour. I can go to the store and lug home three or four of the largest bags (1.5 kg), or I can buy it as I need it. At Liam's house in Norwich, this was a bit of a trek. We bought our flour from the Tesco in town - a twenty minute walk there and the same back. That doesn't so bad, but one of those bags for life full of groceries is surprisingly weighty a half mile into the walk!

Okay, so I might need the exercise going back and forth, but at seven p.m. on a Sunday night, when the English thing to do is shut shops at four (!!!), it would be nice to not run out of flour after one bread recipe...

Saturday, September 10, 2011

7% Cambridge, 93% Norwich

For someone who lives in Cambridge, I haven't really spent much time there since I arrived. In fact, percentage-wise, I have spent 7% of my time in my new house in the most beautiful city in England and 93% of my time at Liam's house in my familiar surroundings of Norwich.

It isn't that I don't want to be in Cambridge - I love the city, what I've seen of it so far. But there is a definite pull here in Norwich. Yes, of course, Liam is a part of it, but Norwich itself has a certain charm...

Norwich was the first city I ever lived in outside of Tucson. It was a surprisingly easy transition to make, but I think it helped that I spent most of my first few weeks exploring the city as a tourist. After that, it was already like an old friend, and getting to know it even further made me feel like there was nowhere else that could compare.

And I know that feeling will change once I truly settle in to Cambridge. Living in new cities is something that gets easier with practice, like making crepes or poached eggs. But certain places and things in Norwich will always hold my heart. I get that fluttery excitement whenever I'm not there and I think about its quirky university campus, its market stalls with their cheesy colours, its overabundance of both pubs and churches, its hidden heaths and fields full of blackberries and punctuated by skate parks, and its beautiful rail station, which has on so many occasions been a gateway to somewhere new and then a welcoming sight as my train clickity-clacks back home to Norwich once more.

[An interesting fact about the Norwich Rail Station, which is a GORGEOUS Victorian building: it is older than the established state of Arizona! When you think about things in terms of how young America is compared to the ancient histories of England, it is bewildering, in such a lovely way...]

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

From Tucson to Cambridge

Two years ago, I began what would become a life-changing journey from Tucson, Arizona, United States to Norwich, Norfolk, United Kingdom. I had no idea in those early days (when I actually kept up my blog) that I would soon not only coming back to visit my fiance (yep, Liam, my English boyfriend, and I are now engaged!), but I would be coming back to stay.

It has been a good chunk of time since A Desert Rose Abroad was updated. From the above, I'm sure you can see that quite a lot has happened. When I returned to America after a pretty epic month-long tour of Europe, there was no question that I wanted to go back to England for good. I had not only fallen in love with the country, but also with one of its countrymen, and the UK had so much to offer me. I would need pages and pages to bring this blog up to speed, but suffice to say I have now come back to England and I am pleased as punch to be here.

After a lot of discussion with both Liam and my dear Mum, I made the decision to go back to school here in the UK. I am now a Master's (Post-Graduate, in English terms) student at Anglia Ruskin. ARU is unfortunately not in Norwich, or even Norfolk, but don't get me wrong, I am not going to have a cry about it. Instead, I'm getting an opportunity to live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world: Cambridge. And luckily, Cambridge happens to be only a scant hour's train ride away from Norwich, so weekends are available for Liam and me to travel back and forth to see one another (it sure beats being 5,331 miles apart!).

So... here I am! I have been here for the past three weeks, settling back in and getting acquainted with my new city and re-acquainted with Norwich. I'm afraid I won't have any photos yet to share as I have lost my camera battery charger, but as soon as I have one, you betcha' there will be an epic photo post!