I miss Sweden. It is too hot in Hyde Park. If I had known about how drastic the change in weather was in America, I would never have left. My minimal knowledge of the language hasn’t been helpful, either. At least the Vanderbilt house is nice, though its insane size is a bit overwhelming.
It’s also a bit over the top, if you ask me. There’s a golden piano (well, wooden, technically, but covered in gold so you can’t see the wood) in the drawing room, and huge deer’s heads decorate nearly every wall in the house! I find them a tad creepy but Mr. Vanderbilt takes great pride in his taxidermy collection, so I keep these views to myself. I have my own bedroom (thankfully animal head free) which is of decent quality, though that hasn't stopped me from being jealous of the head maid’s private sitting room.
The members of the staff are pleasant, but the majority of the lady’s maids are too dedicated to their work to stop and chat for more than ten minutes. Mrs. Vanderbilt is quite bossy, but otherwise tolerable, Mr. Vanderbilt doesn't really concern himself with goings-on inside the house, and parties so far have not been particularly extravagant, so life as a lady's maid has not been especially difficult (or interesting!)
Please write back as soon as possible because I’m feeling a bit lonely here in New York.