mmgh

So like I said yesterday, I moved into my apartment. I've been wanting to move into my apartment since the day I got here. I was, and am, very excited to be out of the hotel and into a space that I can make my own. However, last night I had a quasi-relapse of the homesickness I was feeling my first nights in the hotel. My apartment is huge for just me, and the walls are blindingly white and bare and there's not enough furniture to make it feel roomy it just feels empty and lonely. I know that I can make it look nicer but I feel like unless I spend way more money than I intend to on decorating, its going to stay wicked white and scarily empty.

Today I went downtown to meet two of the teachers I work with to go shopping. I thought they understood when I said I needed to shop for my apartment, but they took me to this upscale huge underground mall place where everything I looked at was too expensive. And by everything I looked at, I mean we were looking for a blanket and they were three times the price of the ones I see around the school. And the rest of the mall was clothes, which was what they really wanted to shop for. Not good for me, since I'm a giant. I played along, and went with it, but I didn't have a good time. Did I mention it was an hours busride from where I got off the bus downtown? That's a good hour and a half minimum from school. It was at the southern end of the city, I live north of it. When we got back Jessie suggested we eat at a place we did last week, but they got the order wrong (Jessie actually ordered something different than what I had told her) and mine was spicy, so I had next to no dinner. Now I'm just cranky and I have a headache and its too early to go to bed.

Sorry for the rant, I'm just wicked homesick and nine and a half months is a long time.