I should be able to describe our time here...
Our new experiences...
Instead, I am doing my best not to cocoon (where, in a new culture you lock yourself in your house,) despite our lack of car (it broke down on Thursday,) and our 115 degree temperatures.
AKA Heck no, am I walking about town.
Ian's over the border, where the car broke down, trying to get it in to see a mechanic.
Me, I spent the entire day in bed, in my pajamas, reading a book and a half, and napping away.
Oh, and munching on Doritos. Because they are awesome here. Not really sure why.
My camera has sat idle on my desk all week, much to my dismay. Probably because we were stuck inside two days this week when the painter came, then stuck inside the last two days with no car.
I'm really not complaining though. Not being able to go anywhere means I can concentrate on napping and getting over jetlag and working on getting unpacked. I believe we're almost done.
We got our office furniture and bedside lamps from Ikea on Thursday and put them all together on Friday. Ian and I are master Ikea furniture makers. It's really amazing.
We'll probably wait until the next paycheck until we by our family room furniture, but I'm okay with that. One thing at a time.
I'm heading out within the next hour for my first "visit," to a home. I'm not really sure what that means, but I have a friend here who is taking me along and I'm sure she'll fill me in on what to expect.
Ian bought me a 6 pack of Toblerone bars when he was over the border in a Western grocery store the other day.
Have I mentioned how amazing he is?
Well, he is. He always takes care of me and is so sweet about it.
I'm doing alot of converting lately. Money, time, distance. It makes my head spin. I think I've gotten the time difference between here and the east coast down pretty well, but money? Yeah, not so much. We deal in three different currencies here, which makes me get big wide eyes and my jaw go slack.
Have I ever mentioned that I am no good in math? No? Well I'm not.
I blame it on my private school who did NO math from grades 3-5. Awesome. When I started public school in 6th grade, I didn't even know how to do long division, not to mention my dismay at the concept of "square root." I've struggled ever since then.
Hence my love for books.
Can I hear an Amen?
Thanks for reading this complete array of randomness. Your comments and love have helped me during this time of transition. I promise it will become more comprehensive in the weeks/months to come!