One of the biggest changes for my life in the UK is the lack of a car. The Brit has one but it’s a manual and I don’t know how to drive a stick. He wants me to take classes to learn but I really can’t get past driving on the wrong side of the road. I gave him grief yesterday for going the wrong way on a roundabout. He wasn’t.
We take a train 90% of the time, when you factor in gas prices and parking, it’s just easier. Plus, the train stop is 5 minutes from our house.
Their fridges are smaller here, add in the fact that we share a fridge with one of my flatmates, it means I have to shop often. There’s no hopping into my car to head to the store to grab something, which is a bummer.
Every couple of weeks I order groceries online to be delivered. I also like to go to the Bullring Market via train once or twice a month to buy my meat and seafood because it’s a lot cheaper. I normally carry a backpack but I would come back from the Market so loaded down (one of my flatmates lets me use his freezer since he only cooks frozen pizzas and pasta) that I can barely walk. So I splurged and bought a shopping cart on amazon. It was expensive, but a few trips to the market and it’s worth it. Plus, every time I use it, someone asks me about it. The hardest part is getting it on and off the train when it’s loaded down with food. Usually some bystander helps but I don’t expect it.
What I do most often, to supplement the other shopping trips is walk 3 blocks to the store. At least once a week, sometimes twice, I’m strapping my backpack on, hitting play on my audiobook and heading out the door to grab what I need at the grocery store.
Maybe one day I’ll eventually get brave enough to learn to drive here but it won’t be anytime soon.