Friday, 1 April 2011


When I first got here, it was clear that every day was a new adventure, and every weekend was an opportunity to do something brand new. Time was moving at a normal rate or somewhat slower.

Due to some strange warping of the space-time continuum, the weeks have been accelerated to a frightening rate. Monday happened just a little while ago, and now bam, it's Friday. It's a testament to how used to this place I've become. Here are some other indicators that I live here now:
- I walk places on autopilot, and when people ask me for directions, I can help
- I have local friends in my classes and I usually remember their names (this takes a long time for me...)
- The lady at the breakfast stall recognizes me and knows what I want without me saying a word.
- I look the correct way first before crossing the street. Vehicles no longer startle me when they make a turn into the left lane.

Yes, my mind has gotten used to this place. I wonder what culture shock I'll have when I get back to the U.S. of A...

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