
Today was one where I had to confess to missing everything large and American. I tried to drive to meet someone and got lost on the nameless streets. There is no GPS here. No street signs except the major few roads. I had to back out of an alley going downhill with only about 4 inches of clearance on each side. Tonight I got stuck in a parking lot, having to wait for other people to move who were blocking me in because there is so little available parking. I wanted my food to taste like ketchup, bbq sauce, and salsa, not like soy sauce. I wanted to drink a glass of wine and still be allowed to drive.
This week was fights with my boss, not being one of the guys, the guys who were attracted to me falling off the radar, and doubting my decision about a roommate. As soon as I iron all of those things out, I will again celebrate living on the sea, the hot coffee I can get from vending machines, the polite people, and the great noodles. Maybe next weekend.
This week was fights with my boss, not being one of the guys, the guys who were attracted to me falling off the radar, and doubting my decision about a roommate. As soon as I iron all of those things out, I will again celebrate living on the sea, the hot coffee I can get from vending machines, the polite people, and the great noodles. Maybe next weekend.