I've been here a week and it feels like an eternity. The days are crammed with challenges and I'm exhausted at the end of them; small challenges, like slippery ice, lack of school resources, finding interesting ways to cook pumpkin, taking the wrong marshrutka - and huge challenges, like fluctuating loneliness and homesickness for people, fears about my ability to teach unfamiliar curriculum, trying to form new friendships and hold on to old ones, being culturally sensitive, fighting the urge to comfort-eat. (Here's a confession: over the course of the week I ate a whole tub of Nutella with a spoon. I found a store that sells it but have since vowed not to buy any more.)
I got a parcel today - books from Adelaide (below), by an author I don't know, but I read a few pages of the first one and it's rather good. I trust the sender's taste and look forward to reading them! There's something magical about parcels with big blue Airmail stickers on them. That is something more than a hint: mail will make my day, if you'd care to make it. I can't guarantee prompt reciprocation, but I promise to try.
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