A Long Vacation ?

Being here feels like vacation. No schedules or order (yet! but hopefully will be soon), I hardly know what time it is or even what day, let alone if it's a weekend or not. But today IS on a weekend. I think? C. is attending some conference all day. I'm wasting time as usual, because I don't know any better and nothing of the things I would like to do are working. Yet.

Also, there's the sun all the time. And it's so hot outside that I wonder how people can even get work done when they´re supposed to.

And everybody´s speaking a foreign language. And everybody´s looking different. I mean, different from me. They come in all the colours though, here. I´ve even seen girls who had a sunburn, just like me ...

So, my life's a little in the air. I don't feel the least useful.

On another note, actually, I hardly exist here. I´m trying to tackle practicalities like opening a check account, getting a debet card, a social security number, getting a phone and a cable connection, a driver´s licence. People look at me very incredulously wherever I go. Who is she? Where's she from? - Sorry, you don't have any credit history! Does it matter that I've been in charge of my life and my finances for twenty years? No! You're nobody to us.

So, it´s like starting all over again. From the bottom of the heap. And not only does everybody look at you as if you were a nothing, you also know you are; because you still ain't got that net connection with your work goin' ...