Oh, Texas. I woke up yesterday morning in Spain, and went to bed in the US. In theory that’s just insane.
Now I say in theory because something just dawned on me. I have really good adapting skills, which is my way of saying that nothing really shocks me so much. Things happen, situations change, and I don’t really react on a level that I expect a normal/average person would. Now, this can be a good thing or a bad thing. It’s good when I’m changing situations that are out of my control and I seem calm and collected. It’s bad when something good is happening and I just look like I did not get excited about it. Ooo.. I get in trouble with my friends for that.
So, my adjustment to the US has been a smooth transition. Although! I think I ran out of room in my closet. I need new hangers and new forms of storage. MIERDA! (I love that word/interjection.)
My body clock is back to normal too.. see? Adaptation skills. There was never any shock, any ‘come to Jesus’ moments.. with me it’s always just “Well.. I guess I have to just deal with it.”
My favorite quote for coping with life— Deal with it!
Don't ass-u-me
- Me: Donde estamos en el mapa?
- Random guy: No hablo Espanol.
- Me: ...Then what do you speak?
- Random guy: English or French
- Me: Ohh.. ok. Do you know where we are on the map?
- Random [French] guy: No
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- Me to Laura: Then why didn't he say anything when we were talking in English right in front of him!
