18-3-14

I didn't foresee how confusing reading and writing dates would be here. I didn't even know they did it differently, but I guess it makes sense. At least they drive on the right side of the road. 

Anywho, I've been here nearly three weeks! I'm not sure if it's been a long time or a short time, it feels like both. I like it here. Well enough. I wouldn't want to move here, but it's fine. I miss corn tortillas and their biproducts like chips and tostada shells. They don't have TexMex restaurants here which makes sense but also not at the same time. I think the thing I miss most is my small freedoms. Having my own car, scheduling my own time, things like that. Being able to say "I want to go buy some salsa" and then doing it. Maybe I just really miss chips and salsa. That's probably what it is. I seriously need some good TexMex pronto. Mom, Dad, take note. The first place we go when I get back, regardless of the time of day, is la tapatia or something equally delicious. While we're at it, just bring a jar of Clint's and a bag of unsalted chips. 

It's not that bad here, at least I can cook TexMex. And they have refried beans which I wasn't expecting!

I enjoy being here, but there are so many things happening this summer that I'm pretty ready to be done. I still have a lot of things to do while I'm here, but summer can't come quick enough. It's going to be the most eventful summer for my family in a long time and probably for a long time. I'm surprised by how much I miss my family. Every day I appreciate them more (not that I wasn't appreciating them before...) I think that after 18 years of changing friendships and neighbors and aquantces and whatnot, it's always family that stays with you and that gets you the best. They've seen you being an evil child, a confused middle schooler, a socially awkward cheerleader captain, and yourself. 

I did things and met people this past weekend and it was cool because this one guy from Egypt was really knowledgable about the Quran and stuff so now I know more. I could have made that less vague. Or more vague. I think the issue with me blogging is that I don't like talking about my life very much. If I've told someone a story, I don't want to retell it. If I'm tired, I don't want to words. If it's a long story, it always ends up vague and like 15 words long. "I went to the place and bowled it was alright. Our lane was glitchy. Bummer."

This picture has nothing to do with anything. I just feel like it sums up my life pretty well. It was taken back in Texas as a senior photo. I'm feeling unstructured about this blog, bear with me.