Oh man, used to being here?
bwa ha ha ha ha!!!!! (you're trying to make me fall off my chair and cough, aren't you)
I've been here a whopping, like, 2 and a half months. The first month and a half was great. This last month? Well, let's just say that it's a good thing that I got bored and started 3 blogs, 'cause if all the whiney homesick posts were on one, I'd be the whiniest, wimpiest, complainingest person I know. Worse than a man with a cold.
How am I getting over it? I'm trying to make friends here (tough, I'm not actually *in* the dratted program yet, still in the preselection part, and I'm a good 10 years older than most of the NZ kid- er, students), but I'm about as shy as it's possible to be and still be as obnoxious as I have to be to be accepted as not a changeling by my very loud extended family.
And I talk to friends/ family online, and I force myself to spend time in the common room. And on top of all that, I get those guilt inducing phone calls, IM's, e-mails from everyone I know, and everyone my parents know, and... yeah, about how great it is that I'm not afraid of moving so far away, to such a backward place, etc (I sometimes wonder where these people think I've gone- I've been asked if there's electricity here...
😕 ).
Just talked to my dad about this this morning, actually. It's amazing how much different a place can be, but still use the same language. Still think I'd feel better, and settle better if someone would just tell me
"ya know, j. (or jack, or bob, or maybe even my real (girly) name), it's ok to give up and come home, if you really don't like it there, or come back and visit during your semester break." (followed by offer to buy me the ticket)
There's so freaking much pressure from being over here, and it just gets worse with people being all proud and crap. And it doesn't help having my usual method of blowing off steam, taking my car for long fast late-night drives over swishy roads, not work here- I have no car, and the roads really weren't designed for speed. oh, yeah, and they put everything in the "wrong" spot. Even the driver. and the stick shift. Do they have any idea how long it took me to figure out shifting from the left side of the car? and now they want me to figure it out from the other? crazies.
Meh, I'm freaking wordy tonight. Must be the jack and coke. Or the malaria fever is coming back. Or both.
j.
glady accepting all donations of hot guys bearing decent pizza (bud beer, doritos, bagels...) and talking like home (any- CA, WY, NY, SC- I'm an equal opportunity kinda movin' girl)