Still haven't moved into my place yet.
I guess I haven't mentioned much regarding this topic in the ol' blog. Basically we were all supposed to move into our own places on October 18th, but because my house is still being built, my move-in date was postponed. While I have grown to love my host mother and I feel comfortable living with her, I am still eager to move into my own space and actually get situated and settled in. I was told I would move in on October 23rd, and I am still not in my house. I hate to personify the unescapable American stereotype of impatience and insensitivity, BUT I REALLY WANT TO MOVE INTO MY OWN HOUSE. Imagine everyone else being in their own houses with the freedom to listen to music that is not gospel radio and have their own refridgerator and bathroom etc. etc. It brings me back to the days of Christmastime in Richardson, Texas (just kidding!..sort of.) I feel like the only one not participating in the joyous fun.
This 3-week long saga that may seem like a sneeze in comparison to the hardships many people have had to overcome is truly sucking the life out of me. I probably sound very dramatic, but this has been a deterioration that has transpired for almost three months now. I'm trying my very best to maintain optimistic, though. It's really all I have. It is my universal armor against anything that comes my way, and it has kept me sane since I got here. Even if I'm optimistic and I'm let down, I can respond to said let-down with optimism. An optimism sandwich with a half full glass of optimism. It's a brilliant cycle, but paradoxically it is one of the most difficult to commit to and feel natural doing so. I hate to get all Mary Poppins on you all with my life lesson on the treasurous potentials of optimism, but I was worried this blog was veering towards a complaining whine-fest, and I really dont want to do that to you.
So because my land lady said I could move in last night, I brought over all my stuff, went to church with the promise that my bed would be brought in by the time I got back, then returned to no bed. I am now back to living with my host mom with..none of my things. I stopped by the new house this morning to gather some things and I was greeted by a lizard who had made a home out of my suitcase. At least someone's moving in!
Love and paz,
Alisa
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Alisa- You have a pet! I bet the others who have houses can't say that. Eh..they probably could. Oh well- Love the optimism rant and love you.
Alisa,
Your optimism is phenomenal. You have the patience of Job and the wisdom of Yoda - just think of how relieved you will be when you can frolic about your own cottage, yodeling pantheistic odes at the top of your lung. Indeed, freedom is sweetest to those who have tasted only tyranny.
On an unrelated note, do you think that the suitcase, relative to the size of its reptilian inhabitant, is larger or smaller than your house?
I wish I could dazzle you with amazing stories from the hinterland that is the greater Philadelphia metropolitan area, but I have none. Just an apartment in desperate need of vacuuming, a clean laundry bin demanding empyting, and a slight draft through my bedroom window. Keep up the blogging..
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