well, we survived our first week here. i'm still wrapping my mind around the fact that this is my new home. this place is not even remotely like my other home. for now, we live on the beach, on the 11th floor of a sky scraper apartment building, next to the miles and miles of other sky scrapers, with 4 million(+) people, all of whom i can not understand a lick of what they are sayin. i just might be a little claustrophobic from it all.
however, it's exciting to think that the next year or so will be full of so many new adventures.
like, coloring my mother-in-laws hair because she doesn't trust/ know anyone here to do it.
or realizing that if you sit on a glass table it will indeed break into pieces.
or figuring out how the people 11 floors below us walking on the street can hear Avery say 'hi' to them 55 times a day.
or my favorite, enjoying simple days on the beach.
I miss home like crazy most days (okay, lets be honest, every single day). This 'new home' is so far from what i'm used to and comfortable with, and it will surely take some time getting used to, but i'm pretty sure we are gonna be just fine here.