when I was in England, there were certain things I had to get used to. People called things by different names than I was used to, had different cultural expectations--for people in general, for Americans, for a TCK. They say things like "flat" and "flat-mate" and "trousers". Well, I'm back in the big ol' U.S. of A., which really isn't all that old, and I've got a new flat, new flat-mates, new city, looking for employment--and yes, I'm still wearing the same trousers, but that's immaterial.
I'm nervous. I'm a bit uptight. I've gotten to know most of the faces and the names, but I'm still feeling insecure about this living situation. I don't have a task to carry me through the day--and I honestly have a hard time setting my mind to something more than watching episodes of the office and reading up on random things.
I have a meeting right now--in a couple of minutes--with the rest of the house. I'm apprehensive. I'm alos hoping this will help me get settled in the house, and maybe feel more at home; that's what this palce is supposed to be for me: home. For the summer. I'm apprehensive, I'm scared, I'm nervous, I'm hopeful. I'm also scared of just plain growing up, looking out for myself--at the same time that I want to do that. It'll be a wonderfully confusing experience figuring this all out. That is, if there's really "figuring" to do. I don't even know if that's what I'm supposed to do; "figure" things. "out". why not "in". or "there".
We'll see. I guess I will. or will I? gah!
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