Oct 15 2008
in which I whinge about prices
I guess it’s inevitable that you’ll have some sticker shock on coming to a place where the dollar’s really weak, but I didn’t except it to be quite such a problem. Part of that, I suppose, is because I ordinarily have almost no expenses–I pay for my own gas and half my tuition and textbooks, and whatever clothes and other stuff I want, and that’s…pretty much it. I’m not used to paying for food. I’m especially not used to it when buying food involves figuring out where to go and then taking the bus there and back, which costs…even more money.
Turkey spoiled me, I suppose–the exchange rate there was about one to one, a bit in our favor, where here it’s nearly two dollars to the pound. Every time I look at something and think it’s not so expensive, I have to double it in my head. A semi-pricey night out suddenly becomes much more so when I realize I just bought myself a twenty-dollar meal. (But at least I discovered Primark. I don’t know what they do to make things so cheap–like, actually-cheap, not cheap-for-England-cheap–but I love it.)
