Sometime in February I celebrated my birthday with my class. Celebrating birthdays in a big deal among the parents at my school and teacher birthdays are an even bigger deal. Because my birthday is in July, I typically celebrate my half birthday with my class...unless there are no students with birthdays in January (it is far more awkward to just celebrate you then share with other students)....In that case I push it back to the next month with student birthdays. This year that month was February.
I had a fantastic Room Mom this year. She coordinated all the other mothers and got me a gift certificate for two meals at Le Meridien. Le Meridien is a new-ish five star hotel in town. All the five star hotels in town (yes, there are several) have an insanely good and insanely expensive buffet. So, two tickets to eat at Le Meridien's buffet is like a dream come true and an invitation to eat until you are ready to burst.
For the last five months I have tried multiple times to use these coupons but something always came up and I was unable to go. However, recently the pressure has been on. The coupons expire the end of August so I needed to use them. Tonight I finally got my chance.
Karen (my good friend and fellow second grade teacher) and I finally went to the buffet tonight. It was amazing. Out of the three platefuls I ate I only found one thing I didn't like. Everything was divine and I literally felt sick because I was so full when we left. Plus, Le Meridien is just so beautiful. It's decorated modern style rather than traditional and, let me tell you, I would decorate my house modern style if I could....someday I really hope to.... :)
Needless to say after waddling out of the buffet and the beautiful hotel, Karen and I went on a rather long walk. I don't know if it actually burned off any of my dinner weight, but I felt much better when we got back...
So, dear friends, my favorite teacher gift that I have ever gotten is definitely going to be those coupons. So much better than that fuzzy pink mirror with wings and halo or those awful grandma style rugs. Please, please can we skip the bad gifts again next year and just go for the amazing food? Thanks! :)
Friday, July 29, 2011
Lessons from Him
So one of my best friends asked me recently what God had been teaching me. As I sat and contemplated her answer for just a moment, she quickly hurried to add "or is now a dry spell time?" I gave her an answer about what he has been teaching me recently, but I continued to contemplate her answer for days. This morning I realized that He had been teaching me a lesson that I hadn't even caught onto yet. That happens to me often. He'll be trying to teach me something for months and then suddenly, it will get through my thick head.
Last night's adventures (if you don't know what they are, read the previous blog entry) taught me two important lessons that He has been working on for about a month now...hindsight really is definitely 20-20. The two lessons were it's ok to look like an idiot sometimes and sometimes you have to ask for help.
I hate looking like an idiot. I often try to explain my mistakes away or run away in embarrassment when I feel like an idiot. Finding the cat in my house last night left me with a desire to run away and die of embarrassment.
I also really struggle asking for help. I often think that anything that can't be done alone doesn't need to be done at all (NOT TRUE!). I hate letting others see my weakness. God has been giving me so many tasks lately that I cannot handle on my own. I'm constantly having to ask for help. I'm finally starting to get that lesson into my head and asking for help is getting somewhat easier.
I also started thinking about dry spells this morning. I tried to remember the last time I've had one. Honestly, since I became serious about following God 6 years ago, there hasn't been a moment in my life when He hasn't been teaching me something. Usually the lesson is "I love you. You can trust me. Nothing you do can make me leave." It's a lesson I'm having so much trouble grasping. However, I have to say that no matter how hard the lessons are, I am going to ask that He not stop giving them. I love constantly learning from Him even when the lessons hurt.
Last night's adventures (if you don't know what they are, read the previous blog entry) taught me two important lessons that He has been working on for about a month now...hindsight really is definitely 20-20. The two lessons were it's ok to look like an idiot sometimes and sometimes you have to ask for help.
I hate looking like an idiot. I often try to explain my mistakes away or run away in embarrassment when I feel like an idiot. Finding the cat in my house last night left me with a desire to run away and die of embarrassment.
I also really struggle asking for help. I often think that anything that can't be done alone doesn't need to be done at all (NOT TRUE!). I hate letting others see my weakness. God has been giving me so many tasks lately that I cannot handle on my own. I'm constantly having to ask for help. I'm finally starting to get that lesson into my head and asking for help is getting somewhat easier.
I also started thinking about dry spells this morning. I tried to remember the last time I've had one. Honestly, since I became serious about following God 6 years ago, there hasn't been a moment in my life when He hasn't been teaching me something. Usually the lesson is "I love you. You can trust me. Nothing you do can make me leave." It's a lesson I'm having so much trouble grasping. However, I have to say that no matter how hard the lessons are, I am going to ask that He not stop giving them. I love constantly learning from Him even when the lessons hurt.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
New Shelves, Broken Vases, Chasing Cats, and Unopenable Doors
So, it all started yesterday afternoon. Mr. Zhang, who works on our school maintenance team, came and hung some floating shelves for me. I was so excited! They're beautiful!
Later that night a friend dropped off a cat named Sesame for me to watch for the next week. She wasn't sure what to make of me and hid most of the night until I wanted to sleep. Then she wanted to cuddle and be pet.
I finally fell asleep around midnight and not long after that I heard a loud crash that woke me out of a dead sleep. I went to the living room to investigate and discovered that my new shelves weren't supported well enough and one of them had sagged enough that my lovely vase of bamboo had come crashing to the floor.
An hour later the mess, water and glass included, was finally cleaned up, but now I was wide awake. At 2AM I finally fell asleep. Four hours of sleep is definitely not enough to make a happy person so I kind of made it through today zombie style. I was so happy when it was time for dinner and a movie at a friend's house and then back home to bed.
Now, here is where the day gets truly interesting. On the way inside my house, I saw the cat, Sesame sitting by my gate door...outside. I tried to approach her, but she ran away. Slightly panicking, I ran upstairs to make sure Sesame was actually in my house. I searched every nook and cranny, but Sesame was nowhere to be found. I officially started panicking and went outside to try to coax her back in. After a few unsuccessful minutes, I called my cat loving friend, Lily, over to help. She came, even though she was jet lagging and helped me try to catch the cat. We worked for about 20-30 minutes to catch this cat to no luck. I called my new friend, Warren, for back-up. Over at least a full hour we chased the cat, called the cat, tried to give the cat food, tried to trap the cat in a box (anyone else thinking of Godzilla and Taco Bell dog right now?), and tried to simply back off. Nothing worked. At one point Lily was able to grab the cat, but it freaked out and tore up her arm.
Finally we gave up. I was trying to figure out how to tell my friends I had lost their cat and trying to figure out who to yell at for letting the cat out of my house. We went back to my house, got Lily cleaned up and walked together over to her house to try to get her door open (yes, to make the day more fun, Lily's key wasn't working and she was locked out of her house). After another 15 minutes trying to tackle that problem, we decided that Lily was going to stay the night at my house.
We got back and both collapsed on my dining room floor exhausted and sweaty with me bemoaning the loss of the cat when Lily perked up and told me to look behind me. I turned around and there was the stupid cat! She had never left. Despite walking in and out of my apartment a dozen times and searching everywhere for her, she was in the house the whole time! I was so relieved and mad at the same time.
So dear friends, I learned my lesson. No more cat sitting and I'm cured of my desire for a cat...at least for now. It was a far too adventurous/disastrous day for my taste....and I owe Lily and Warren big time.
Later that night a friend dropped off a cat named Sesame for me to watch for the next week. She wasn't sure what to make of me and hid most of the night until I wanted to sleep. Then she wanted to cuddle and be pet.
I finally fell asleep around midnight and not long after that I heard a loud crash that woke me out of a dead sleep. I went to the living room to investigate and discovered that my new shelves weren't supported well enough and one of them had sagged enough that my lovely vase of bamboo had come crashing to the floor.
An hour later the mess, water and glass included, was finally cleaned up, but now I was wide awake. At 2AM I finally fell asleep. Four hours of sleep is definitely not enough to make a happy person so I kind of made it through today zombie style. I was so happy when it was time for dinner and a movie at a friend's house and then back home to bed.
Now, here is where the day gets truly interesting. On the way inside my house, I saw the cat, Sesame sitting by my gate door...outside. I tried to approach her, but she ran away. Slightly panicking, I ran upstairs to make sure Sesame was actually in my house. I searched every nook and cranny, but Sesame was nowhere to be found. I officially started panicking and went outside to try to coax her back in. After a few unsuccessful minutes, I called my cat loving friend, Lily, over to help. She came, even though she was jet lagging and helped me try to catch the cat. We worked for about 20-30 minutes to catch this cat to no luck. I called my new friend, Warren, for back-up. Over at least a full hour we chased the cat, called the cat, tried to give the cat food, tried to trap the cat in a box (anyone else thinking of Godzilla and Taco Bell dog right now?), and tried to simply back off. Nothing worked. At one point Lily was able to grab the cat, but it freaked out and tore up her arm.
Finally we gave up. I was trying to figure out how to tell my friends I had lost their cat and trying to figure out who to yell at for letting the cat out of my house. We went back to my house, got Lily cleaned up and walked together over to her house to try to get her door open (yes, to make the day more fun, Lily's key wasn't working and she was locked out of her house). After another 15 minutes trying to tackle that problem, we decided that Lily was going to stay the night at my house.
We got back and both collapsed on my dining room floor exhausted and sweaty with me bemoaning the loss of the cat when Lily perked up and told me to look behind me. I turned around and there was the stupid cat! She had never left. Despite walking in and out of my apartment a dozen times and searching everywhere for her, she was in the house the whole time! I was so relieved and mad at the same time.
So dear friends, I learned my lesson. No more cat sitting and I'm cured of my desire for a cat...at least for now. It was a far too adventurous/disastrous day for my taste....and I owe Lily and Warren big time.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
His Power is Made Perfect in Our Weakness
Today was an interesting day at church. I showed up about an hour early because my wonderful friend, Karen asked me to share a taxi with her and I thought "Why not? I'll just go over to Starbucks for a drink. What a wonderful way to start the day!" So, I sat in the oh, so quiet auditorium listening to Michael prepare for worship...but let me back up for just a moment.
Each week we rotate worship leaders and speakers. It's just part of living in an international community. Well, yesterday we discovered that this week's worship leader was in America. We needed someone to fill in fast. Michael, oh so graciously, agreed to lead. Just him and a guitar. I love simplicity and it was great to listen to him warm up.
Well, about 5 minutes before service was supposed to start, we were starting to get worried about the fact that our speaker hadn't showed up. I watched as Karen started asking, "Have you seen Jim?" over and over. Finally someone knew where he was..."Well, Jim is in the states." The scrambling began. What do you do without a speaker? The elders held a quick meeting and decided that instead of someone trying to think of something to say on the spot, we were going to have a prayer and worship service. Great idea!
I will admit I was a little worried when service started, but my worries quickly dissipated. 2nd Corinthians 12:9 says, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." This morning, the Father swept in and stole the show. The simpleness of the worship captured my heart and He spoke to my heart over and over as we spent our time praying. And now that I have (again) seen Him move in such a strong way through our weakness, I find myself asking (again) that I be caught weak far more often. There is nothing more amazing then watching our Father amaze us with all that He is.
Each week we rotate worship leaders and speakers. It's just part of living in an international community. Well, yesterday we discovered that this week's worship leader was in America. We needed someone to fill in fast. Michael, oh so graciously, agreed to lead. Just him and a guitar. I love simplicity and it was great to listen to him warm up.
Well, about 5 minutes before service was supposed to start, we were starting to get worried about the fact that our speaker hadn't showed up. I watched as Karen started asking, "Have you seen Jim?" over and over. Finally someone knew where he was..."Well, Jim is in the states." The scrambling began. What do you do without a speaker? The elders held a quick meeting and decided that instead of someone trying to think of something to say on the spot, we were going to have a prayer and worship service. Great idea!
I will admit I was a little worried when service started, but my worries quickly dissipated. 2nd Corinthians 12:9 says, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." This morning, the Father swept in and stole the show. The simpleness of the worship captured my heart and He spoke to my heart over and over as we spent our time praying. And now that I have (again) seen Him move in such a strong way through our weakness, I find myself asking (again) that I be caught weak far more often. There is nothing more amazing then watching our Father amaze us with all that He is.
Monday, July 11, 2011
The Public Bus
I moved less than a month ago. My old apartment was in the middle of downtown, my new apartment is not. In order to get into downtown I need to either take a taxi or a public bus.
The taxi is fast and uncrowded (unless you bring enough people to fill all four seats) and you always get a seat. Unfortunately, taxis are too expensive to take all the time so, I spend a great deal of my time on the city bus. Like in America, city buses take a long time, they aren't usually in the greatest shape, and sometimes you have to stand, but they are cheap. Unlike America, many Chinese people don't have cars so during most of the day, the buses are moderately to very crowded. In America, I moderately crowded bus would mean all or most of the seats are taken and a crowded bus would mean that all the seats are taken and some people have to stand. In China, it's a little different. A moderately crowded bus in China is a full bus in America. A crowded bus would mean people are touching you on every side. A full bus would mean that you are so packed in that you sometimes miss your stop because you literally can't move two inches to the left or the right.
I've honestly ridden every kind of bus in China. Moderately crowded or uncrowded buses don't happen very often. Crowded buses are common and I usually make it on at least one of those each day. I avoid full buses like the plague. They are exhausting. I have to use my elbows defensively so that I can continue to breathe when the bus gets too full. Though I have to say that Beijing wins over my city.
Beijing can crowd people on a bus or subway to the point where I'm sure people have nearly suffocated before. I road an extremely full subway once in Beijing and I didn't have to hold on to remain standing and I literally was starting to panic because I couldn't breathe. I thank God every time I'm on a full bus that doesn't have Beijing's definition of full attached.
The taxi is fast and uncrowded (unless you bring enough people to fill all four seats) and you always get a seat. Unfortunately, taxis are too expensive to take all the time so, I spend a great deal of my time on the city bus. Like in America, city buses take a long time, they aren't usually in the greatest shape, and sometimes you have to stand, but they are cheap. Unlike America, many Chinese people don't have cars so during most of the day, the buses are moderately to very crowded. In America, I moderately crowded bus would mean all or most of the seats are taken and a crowded bus would mean that all the seats are taken and some people have to stand. In China, it's a little different. A moderately crowded bus in China is a full bus in America. A crowded bus would mean people are touching you on every side. A full bus would mean that you are so packed in that you sometimes miss your stop because you literally can't move two inches to the left or the right.
I've honestly ridden every kind of bus in China. Moderately crowded or uncrowded buses don't happen very often. Crowded buses are common and I usually make it on at least one of those each day. I avoid full buses like the plague. They are exhausting. I have to use my elbows defensively so that I can continue to breathe when the bus gets too full. Though I have to say that Beijing wins over my city.
Beijing can crowd people on a bus or subway to the point where I'm sure people have nearly suffocated before. I road an extremely full subway once in Beijing and I didn't have to hold on to remain standing and I literally was starting to panic because I couldn't breathe. I thank God every time I'm on a full bus that doesn't have Beijing's definition of full attached.
Dandelions
Dear God,
I was walking today with the weight of the world on my shoulders and wondering how to fix all my problems without even thinking of asking for Your help. That’s when I saw it. The dandelion. It sat close to the ground, sun yellow, bright, and fearlessly carrying on through rain or shine. That one look stopped me in my tracks. I stopped walking. I stopped worrying. I could hear You in that moment whispering to my heart. You said, “Remember you are my beloved one. I am taking care of you. I am in control of everything that happens to you. Nothing happens that I haven’t allowed. Stop worrying.” It was the most gentle of whispers, but I heard it over all the worries clamoring for attention in my head. Thank you God for the dandelion. My worries were clouding my view of you. Please help me to keep my eyes on you and not on my worries. You are far more important than anything else in my life.
Amen
You know you are an expat living in China when...
1. You have three plugs in your bathroom, but all of them are in the shower.
2. You are excited because you have an oven.
3. You know that no matter the season, it will be between 80-90F in any building.
4. It’s common to see people carry umbrellas or laying on the beach in tents if the day is sunny.
5. There’s not much difference between sleeping on your bed and sleeping on the floor.
6. You’ve never seen a legitimate copy of an American movie, but you can find pirated copies very easily.
7. You exclaim over how good an American restaurant is even if it would only be considered mediocre in America.
8. You have showered in an open shower before (meaning no shower stall and no bathtub…).
9. You have a China stomach.
10. Squatty potties don’t freak you out.
11. You know to never ever drink the water from the faucet…that is unless you boiled it and don’t mind the weird taste.
12. You are super excited if you have an air conditioner in your bedroom and super sad if you don’t.
13. You can eat till you are completely stuffed on $1 if you eat Chinese. If you eat Western, you can get a normal sized meal for about $8. However, this knowledge does not stop you from eating Western on a regular basis.
14. You know how to make sour cream and other random things from scratch.
15. You budget for cheese each month.
16. You speak fluent Chin-glish.
17. You are often told that your Chinese is so good right before you prove just how bad your Chinese really is.
18. Your favorite part of going to America or Beijing is the shopping and the real American food.
19. Anything below 75F feels cold to you.
20. You speak in metric.
21. You know that shop keepers lie to you all the time and you have no problem lying back.
22. If you find a place you like, you take all your friends and make sure the owner knows. You might want a good deal later.
23. You no longer gasp when the driver of your vehicle does something rather scary…in fact you no longer even think it is scary.
24. You smile, nod, and say ok a lot when a Chinese person speaks to you…whether you know what they are saying or not.
25. You feel like a VIP when you go to the American embassy in Beijing because you get to pass extremely long lines of non-Americans and are served first in a special part of the building.
26. Every one wants to take a picture with you.
27. You make small children cry because you are white.
28. Occasionally a Chinese person will walk up to you and say “Welcome to China!” no matter how long you have been here. And you quickly discover they know no more English than that phrase.
29. You know not to be offended when people regularly comment on your weight…whether good or bad.
30. You have learned just how important tones are to the Chinese language and you still mess them up…like remember that one time you learned how to say a bad word on accident because you said something just a little wrong and your Chinese teacher suddenly had a horrified look on their face?
31. You regularly have people stare at you blankly or laugh in your face after an attempt to speak Chinese.
32. You regularly stare blankly at people when they speak Chinese to you.
33. You don’t like calling non-English speakers on the phone because hand gestures and motions are essential to your communication.
34. You haven’t gone green but you carry reusable bags to the grocery store because you don’t want to pay for plastic ones.
35. Your family and/or friends have called you at least once in the middle of the night because they forgot the time change. But you also can call everyone when you know in America when you have insomnia…
36. Your home has a TV shrine.
37. You manage to do your laundry by pushing buttons until it turns on, but you have no idea what setting your clothes are on…
38. You have an Ayi and you don’t know how you would survive without her.
39. You have bought several foam pads in an attempt to soften your bed…now finally with a egg crate and two thick comforters, you finally don’t wake up stiff and achy in the morning.
40. Central cooling is a wish your heart makes. Central heating controlled by the city leaves you sleeping with the windows open in the winter.
41. You bought a Kindle because American books are few and far between and Nook’s don’t work in China.
42. You routinely pay for a third bag when flying back to China from America.
43. When you go to America you are very excited about how fast the internet is and your ability to get on facebook.
44. You hang dry your clothes…like your grandparents used to do.
45. You no longer plug your nose or exclaim in disgust when you discover a new smell in China…it’s no big deal…just move on with life.
46. You know you are in China when you can smell the China funk…and after a year or two it actually starts to smell almost good.
47. You refer to Chinese cities more often by their initials then their actual names…QD (Qingdao), BJ (Beijing), CD (Chengdu), SY (Shenyang), etc.
48. You know there is no good way to deal with jet lag.
49. You almost don’t mind wearing the same thing two days in a row…after all, the Chinese do it…
50. Bargaining for the best price is a routine part of your life.
51. You know the best shopping is in places that look like a glorified garage sale.
52. You take your shoes off when entering a person’s home…you never know what is lurking on those shoes of yours.
53. You know where all the decent bathrooms are in the city and refuse to use other bathrooms.
54. You have been told that you will never get married because you chose to live in China.
55. You don’t attend a church in China, you attend a fellowship.
56. You only buy as many groceries as you can carry for 20+ minutes and up 3-5 flights of stairs.
57. On a good day, you can find a plane ticket to BJ for $25.
58. You are routinely asked by your American friends when you are coming home and you wish they knew you were already home.
59. You know that carpet doesn’t exist in China.
60. You have learned to make the most of every moment with your friends. You never know when one of you will be leaving.
61. You are perfectly comfortable crossing the street one lane at a time.
62. Skype might be the best thing that ever happened to you.
63. You know that no matter how much they want to, your non-international friends will never understand your life in China and sadly many of them don’t really want to understand.
Humidity
I never thought I would admit this, but I miss the desert sometimes. Ok, before the people who know how much I hate NM freak out, please let me explain.
I live in one of the most beautiful cities in China…in fact, QD is currently in a competition to be named the most beautiful city in China and there is definitely a good chance they could get it. QD is on the Yellow Sea which means the ocean is practically in my front yard…well it’s one road down, but still super close. The city is full of gorgeous trees many of which bloom in the spring and turn the city into a red, pink, and white flower extravaganza. QD screams “BEAUTY” to anyone who will listen and look. There is just one thing I don’t like about QD. The crazy summer weather.
Spring and fall are absolutely beautiful seasons, but both spring and fall are over in about 1 month. It’s too fast. Winter is cold, windy, and dry as bone. There is very little snow to bring cheer and the wind makes the cold seem much more bitter. However, I still kind of like winter. I would rather be cold than hot any day.
Summer is the complete and total opposite of winter. It is hot (around 30-36C…for your Americans, that is 85-97F), humid (usually 90-100%), and moderately breezy. Some people tell me that 100% humidity and 35C (95F) is not hot and that the equator is worse. Well, I am a humidity wimp. I grew up with summer temps of 35-40C (95-104F) all summer long and a week of temperatures that would span 40C to almost 50C (100-120F), but the humidity rarely went above 25%. I thought those days were hot, but they feel nothing to me when compared to a 100% humidity 35C day.
In the last three years I have gotten more used to the summers here, but I still groan every time I walk out of my door and am instantaneously covered in sweat (I didn’t even know that could happen until I moved here).
So, to keep myself in high spirits during the heat, I look forward to three things. 1) High humidity means it rains…all the time. I love rain. 2) Air conditioners….nothing makes me happier than a good air conditioner. 3) It will end…even if after three months it feels like it never will, it will end…and then beautiful brief fall will come.
Moving
I’m not a big fan of moving from one home to another. It is something that requires tremendous amounts of effort and time. You have to take your “life” and pack it away in boxes and pray that whoever is moving you doesn’t break anything.
Growing up, my family moved only three times. The first time was from Colorado to New Mexico. I was only two at the time and I don’t remember anything about the move. We moved again when I was in the 4th or 5th grade…which I vaguely remember…and a last time when I was in the 7th grade. When I moved that last time with my family, I distinctly remember the constant packing before we moved and the unpacking when we arrived. I wasn’t a huge fan of the process, but my mom and dad did most of the packing, moving, and unpacking. I basically only had to worry about my own room.
My next big experience with moving came when I moved to college. My mom and I packed up her SUV (way too much stuff to fit in half of a tiny dorm room) and moved all my stuff from NM to Ohio. I was excited and terrified during that trip more because of college than the fact that I was moving. Over those four amazing years of college, I moved 4 times. I was now definitely not a fan of the process, but it was only about 2-3 trips in my compact car to move my stuff to a storage unit for the summer. Not a big deal.
Right after college I had grand plans of find a job in Ohio (a state that I had fallen completely and totally in love with) and settling into a home. God had other plans. He provided a job in China (that I wouldn’t trade for the world) which meant I had to move overseas using only three 50lb bags worth of stuff. That was the most stressful packing job I have ever done. I had no idea how to pack my “life” into 150lbs. worth of stuff. Having so little weight to work with solidified my dislike of moving.
However, the adventures with moving simply continued. I have moved every single year since moving to China. I just finished my fourth move and each move is a little more complicated then the last because I accumulate just a little bit more stuff each year. I now officially hate moving. It doesn’t help that this last move was the hardest move I have ever experienced.
Let me tell you just briefly about some of the highs and lows. High…I moved to a part of town I have wanted to live in for a year. Low…After three weeks in my apartment I somehow still don’t have internet even though the guy has already come and gone once and missed another scheduled time to come. High…my apartment is beautiful. Low…I don’t have a working washing machine...similar story to the internet. High…I have a huge walk in closet. Low…my bathroom ceiling leaked on me repeatedly when I moved in. High…the bathroom ceiling no longer leaks. Low…only half my stuff moved on my actual moving day. The rest didn’t come till two days later. High…I have an air conditioner in my bedroom. Low…The high humidity outside is causing my new wall paint to start chipping already. High…my school has an amazing maintenance team who have been over here repeatedly to fix things. Low…I no longer live in downtown so I spend way more time on the public bus now. High…I LOVE my new apartment. Low…my shower doesn’t actually have any sort of stall so I completely soak the entire bathroom when I shower. High…The school is building me a shower…soon-ish. High…I’ve never had a bedroom this big before. High…I live three minutes from where the bus picks us up each morning. High…it now only take 10-12 mintues to get to school in the morning instead of 20-23 minutes. High…I finally have the chance to make a house into a home (something I have not been able to do in the last three apartments).
As you can see, I think that moving to my new apartment has more highs than lows (I could probably think of a lot more highs…maybe only a few more lows). So despite the craziness surrounding this move and my hatred of moving, I am so glad that this moved happened. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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