Honestly, now.

So I have a meeting at the head office on Monday.  I have no idea what it’s about or what is going on.  Considering where I’m at, that’s really no surprise. 

There’s no point in getting upset about the inevitable communication breakdowns (of which there are MANY).  No point whatsoever.  It wouldn’t help with the language barrier, not to mention the cultural one.  Granted, I get frustrated at times.  Being a woman in this country is maddening in dozens of different ways.  For example, the largest sized dress should that I could buy here would be about an 8.5.  However, the running shoes (specifically for women, mind you) go up to about a size 10.  I get funny looks for laughing out loud in public and aparrently that “please come and talk to me” aura transcends languages.  But I’m straying from my point……Basically, living here is an exercise in staying calm.  (Lisa can attest to that.  Something about subways make me rather zen.)

So I have 16 days to leave the country and no idea when the school is sending me.  I really hope next week.  I’d like to get settle into a work schedule.  Yeah, I want to work.  I want to get on with things so this year will go quickly.  I want to hurry up and get back home.  Which is odd, because it’s the first time I’ve felt that way.  (I was dreading going home just a few months ago.)  It probably has something to do with the fact that I feel like I have a life waiting for me. 

I just need to save up some money first.