First few days

I'm not gonna lie.
Totally miserable.

The stress of this whole experience has left me physically unable to do much of anything other than sleep. I can't eat, I just have this overwhelming feeling of nauseau. My emotions are constantly on the surface, the littlest thing sets me off crying. I haven't felt this sick and awful in years, it's really frustrating because I can't get anything done. I don't want to feel this way.
Last night and today I began to feel better, but the stress of me being unable to get a bus pass and my roommate losing her passport took away any energy or appetite I may have had. I know my body is still suffering from jet lag, so that doesn't help. I've slept more than most of the other people here, but am still in worse shape than everyone.

I didn't know missing people could hurt so much.

Hopefully starting work Monday will help me fall into a routine and help me begin to feel more comfortable here. My housemates are awesome, they have been taking such good care of me. Janet, you know Sarah Roberts? My roomie.

There are 4 of us in our apartment. It's pretty nice. Bare, drab, but bigger than I expected.

We are very close to Val d'Europe, the big shopping mall nearby. That is where we got our cell phones, and the best grocery store is there, Aushan. It's humongous. McDonalds is the fancy place to hang out, free wifi and everything.

The countryside here is beautiful, everything is green and lush. The young people are nice, the man who helped me buy my phone thinks I should invite him over for parties, get a french boyfriend, and learn about "the french kiss." A french guy from my apartment complex gave me money to buy my wireless card, because I didn't have exact change.

I miss you all. So much. There are no words. 8 months. Dear Lord. One day at a time. One hour at a time. One breath at a time.