Sunday morning blues
Its snowing here. Giant fluffy cotton balls of snow flakes falling past my 7th floor window. It made me cry. Something is definitely off in my head. Watching the snow fall made me cry. I stood there thinking “the gods must truly love me. The gods of wherever the hell I am.” I have no clue about any of the local dieties or their stories. I feel a bit adrift because of it.
I think I am more able to understand and forgive my mother for not being able to deal with culture shock. I am not saying that I am dealing with it that poorly but I can tell that I want things that are from home. I have more determination and flexibility than my mom does. And stubbornness. How do those all fit together to make one whole solid person? Wanna see a picture?
My window overlooks La Grande Arche in La Defense and a decently sized cemetery. I haven’t been down to explore the cemetery but I haven’t seen anyone wandering in it so I might skip that. Given how warm it has been the snow isn’t likely to stick. I had been wondering if it snowed here at all.
10am and I have been awake for 4 hours. This is not a healthy trend. I haven’t been sleeping enough or well. My theory is that the city moves more. It has more of a personality after being here forever and the people in it are fast paced people. I think it is keeping me awake. It is possible that Las Vegas and New York would do the same. I’ve never been to either place.
I’ve not been out clubbing. I feel this is a serious lack. If I live here I won’t be a tourist the whole time. I need to see the things that the people who live here do. Granted there will be learning a new language and trying to find a job. Hehe, I bet I could give English tours at some museum or other. :)
The Honey needs a scarf and I need a hat. Another thicker scarf wouldn’t go amiss for me either. If I can find a comfortable pair of shoesI might cry some more. The tennies I brought are my work out ones and are not particularly presentable even in the much more relaxed US. I’ve been wearing them anyway but they have cracks and stuff in them such that moisture is getting in.
Today is supposed to be the day we train it out to some champagne caves but I think chilling might be the better plan. Not that there is much to not chill about 1.5 hrs on a train. Still, laundry must be done and shower must be taken and I think that not having to feel rushed about might be good for me.
Tactical error of not bringing enough books with me. I’ve been reading when I can’t sleep and now I only have one left. Hopefully it won’t be a quick read but I kinda doubt it. I have the entire plane ride home left to contend with. I do have knitting projects to work on but there is a limit to how long I can work at once without damaging my body.
Food has been an experience. It has largely been wonderful but I find myself wanting my comfort foods. Sushi would do it. I’ve only seen sushi as fast food here though. I don’t know if they have decent restaurants that sell it. *sigh* I think I would feel better if I could get some. I usually do.
Shower time. Get clean and get a new perspective. Or maybe breakfast...
I think I am more able to understand and forgive my mother for not being able to deal with culture shock. I am not saying that I am dealing with it that poorly but I can tell that I want things that are from home. I have more determination and flexibility than my mom does. And stubbornness. How do those all fit together to make one whole solid person? Wanna see a picture?
My window overlooks La Grande Arche in La Defense and a decently sized cemetery. I haven’t been down to explore the cemetery but I haven’t seen anyone wandering in it so I might skip that. Given how warm it has been the snow isn’t likely to stick. I had been wondering if it snowed here at all.
10am and I have been awake for 4 hours. This is not a healthy trend. I haven’t been sleeping enough or well. My theory is that the city moves more. It has more of a personality after being here forever and the people in it are fast paced people. I think it is keeping me awake. It is possible that Las Vegas and New York would do the same. I’ve never been to either place.
I’ve not been out clubbing. I feel this is a serious lack. If I live here I won’t be a tourist the whole time. I need to see the things that the people who live here do. Granted there will be learning a new language and trying to find a job. Hehe, I bet I could give English tours at some museum or other. :)
The Honey needs a scarf and I need a hat. Another thicker scarf wouldn’t go amiss for me either. If I can find a comfortable pair of shoesI might cry some more. The tennies I brought are my work out ones and are not particularly presentable even in the much more relaxed US. I’ve been wearing them anyway but they have cracks and stuff in them such that moisture is getting in.
Today is supposed to be the day we train it out to some champagne caves but I think chilling might be the better plan. Not that there is much to not chill about 1.5 hrs on a train. Still, laundry must be done and shower must be taken and I think that not having to feel rushed about might be good for me.
Tactical error of not bringing enough books with me. I’ve been reading when I can’t sleep and now I only have one left. Hopefully it won’t be a quick read but I kinda doubt it. I have the entire plane ride home left to contend with. I do have knitting projects to work on but there is a limit to how long I can work at once without damaging my body.
Food has been an experience. It has largely been wonderful but I find myself wanting my comfort foods. Sushi would do it. I’ve only seen sushi as fast food here though. I don’t know if they have decent restaurants that sell it. *sigh* I think I would feel better if I could get some. I usually do.
Shower time. Get clean and get a new perspective. Or maybe breakfast...