finding my feet...

I feel a little like a four-year-old in this place. Or rather, more like one who once was an adult and suddenly shrinks down to become a four-year-old! I once was competent, able to function in life normally, efficiently even. Now I don't know how to get around, how to do even very simple tasks - at home, at work, even trying to go to church! I forgot that changing cultures does that to you.

One of my current projects is trying to get my furniture moved from my parents' home to my new apartment. This is turning out to be WAY more frustrating than I had first anticipated. Hopefully it will happen soon.... I'm getting tired of sleeping on the floor!

Here's my little nest - quite homey, actually, for a room with no furniture. My only furniture consists of suitcases stacked atop each other! But the real bright spot is the latest bouquet of gorgeous roses from a man who is far away... he's another bright spot in the mostly-darkness of the transition time.



And another bright spot was seeing my dear brother and his beloved, briefly, this weekend. We explored the new place together, which made it seem not so bad. Here Pat and I are being intrepid Navy guys... er, um, Navy people. It is exciting indeed that he can just come for a weekend! That's new!