Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Updates

Here are some things I remember wanting to put here but never got around to.

1. I went on a paternoster! That's right, check! I made a nice little trip to Stuttgart, Germany for it and saw cool cars in the process, too. Here's a picture of my foot.




2. I had a pleasant lunch out with my fellow teachers on my last day at work. There were two main dishes, a lamb and a fish. We decided to get some wine, and asked for the already opened bottles. The waiter said that we could choose between red and white, and when he got to me, I chose white for no particular reason. "White...?" one of my colleagues asked me, slightly confused. "Ah!" she said, "You ordered fish!" And all was well. (Yes! I accidentally succeeded in basic wine knowledge!)


3. Back to the checklist. Next goal: midnight sun.

Sad reality

I wish I knew all the languages.

Or at least

Spanish
French
Japanese
Korean
Mandarin
Cantonese
Dutch
German

in addition to English.

Then I wouldn't lose contact with my friends because it's too much effort for either of us to write in another language.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Hilarious

I walked from the tram, went into my apartment complex, checked my mailbox, waited for the elevator, then said hello to the girl waiting to go down, all with a random guy, and then we ended up opening opposite doors. He is my opposite neighbor. Awkward but also hilarious. I was grinning while opening my door because it was so funny.

"Bonne soirée."

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

I've only done it once

Buying an umbrella while it is raining is one of the surest signs of failure.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Pas du logement

Waking up, thinking you are home and about to have breakfast with Mom and Dad, but the room is empty (except for you), the bed is old, the floors are wooden, and there is only one dim light that works (to your right). It's barely past 2pm. There are men speaking just outside your door and you can't understand them.

Waking up, and your bed is more narrow than a twin; you turn and you touch the floor. The blankets are stiff and you only have one pillow and it's kind of flat.

The sandwich is mostly bread and butter.

Your socks and shoes like sponges, your feet churning them with every step. You feel your skin begin to prune.

You don't have a bank account here, an address here, a phone plan with internet, no friend's home where you can stay. Il faut une adresse. Il faut avoir un gérant.

They are setting up the fair.

Dog poop everywhere.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Seattle, WA

Some woman just called my dad a chink.

Sunday, August 4, 2013