What is the strangest thing you’ve ever woken up to? The sound of cats screaming at each other. The sound of basketballs drumming outside your window. The scent of food that doesn’t smell edible. The sound of loud music in a language you don’t understand. All of the above. If you answered “all of the ∞
It’s clicking now that I really do live here. There have been a few moments when I’ve wondered aloud what I’m doing, but in honesty I am so glad to be here.
I’ve been here a week and already I’m in the thick of what I love best: getting to know and helping my students improve their English skills. 😊 Since the semester began before I arrived, someone else covered my classes. My cover person, George, is Irish and quite a bit of fun. I observed him… Continue reading My return to teaching
We met with the landlord and the real estate agent last night about the apartment we liked best so we could see it again and ask questions. They’re drawing up the contract for us and we should move in before the October 1 Founders Day holiday! We are feeling so happy to have our home… Continue reading Apartment update
I’ve been here for four days now, and I’ve walked at least six miles each day. Wow, right? Andy and I have taken public transit around town to look at apartments. This has been a great way to get to know our new city and choose where we want to live. Please enjoy this gallery of photos. Also, remember to check out my Instagram since I will be able to update that a little more frequently!
I was afraid of this, but I wanted to have faith in the options provided… and apparently the school used to hook people up with real estate agents, but that has fallen to the wayside with a larger population. (I’m irritated because I specifically asked about this, but was told that it isn’t necessary. What I didn’t realize was that what would be available would be the equivalent of a room at the Motel 6 after a family of six leaves.
Honestly, it’s disappointing to see the quality of the apartment with which we’ve been provided. From far away it looks okay, but up close, day after day, it’s clearly a polished turd.
The things I leave behind I value differently than the things I take with me. They are not castoffs. I shed them like delicate snakeskin, organizing them into piles of what to give away, what to dispose of, and what to hold on to.