This is Maren, just in case it wasn't obvious. I only have 25 min left, so I must be breif.
No, I can't remember my adress. you'll have to wait for the snail-mail to get to you.
My first week was spent in on-and off confusion, which is better than the constant confusion I expected. My companion is my perfect foil, being serious and self driven in comparison to my not-so-serious and not-so-self-driven attitude. (She's almost the Kyouya to my Tamaki. ^_^)
Right now I am surviving by simply moving forward and not looking back. It seems to work well enough, as long as I can forget that I've been doing this same thing for hours on end.
I am not yet homesick, although a certain ninja would be nice to have on my lap right now. All we have here are sparrows, and while they are nice enough, they are too shy, and I have no time to watch them anyway, especialy as we can't take meals outside unless we grab a sack luch, the line for which is much too long. If it were warmer, I'd leave breadcrumbs on my windowsil or something, but...
Oh, I was ill thursday and friday. (Seems so long ago...) simple stomach flu, they gave me some great pills for the nausea, and tylenol took care of everything else.
I have discovered that I am a big fan of the MoTab orchestra... if not the Motab themselves. Does the orchestra ever do anything by themselves, though? If they did, I'd love a CD of it.
The bookstore here is very well equiped. Missionaries get 20% off esentials, and 40% of general needs. whatever that means.
Laundry is baffling. I have darks and colors and whites, but not realy enough for a full load of any one of them. Hmmm...
I wish you all the best. May you have more cheese than me. (1 little cube in my salad!!!)
Sincerely,
Hna. Maren Michelle Jones
