There are some amazing flowers in my neighborhood. Unbelievable colors and shapes. I sometimes feel like I'm walking through a Dr. Seuss book.
When I was in the Peace Corps we were given a timeline that showed the predictable course of culture shock that volunteers are likely to experience over the course of two years. I try to remember that line graph when I am feeling worn out by the newness of everything here. New places, jobs, people... really the only person I can say I know well at all at this point is my roommate.
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