Down Came the Rain..

Simple pleasures, people. The typhoon off the coast on Saturday created enough rain and wind for us to open all the windows and let the fresh air in!

It didn't last long but at least it was nice to get rid of some of the stale air. I'm still not happy with the living room floor sleeping arrangments but just a few more weeks D keeps saying.

I'm definitely in a bit of the culture-shock-slump stage, where your excitement and exhilaration begin to wane a bit and you begin to settle into life.

I'm a social person and I love to be around people but it makes it difficult when you not only have to meet people but also learn the proper way to socialise.

It's all about who invites who and who pays and who goes and who the hell knows. But I can tell you coupled with the usual culture shock paranoia of (sing it now) 'nobody likes me everybdy hates me I'll just go eat worms', it can become a bit trying.

At least I have D. And also the American couple, who we tend to hang out with quite regularly. As I've said before, though, if you're hanging out with someone from home, it makes it much more difficult to integrate yourself into the culture.

I know this will pass. I'm certainly not meaning this post to be a woe is me as I know I'm a very lucky person but there is no point in portraying this experience through rose coloured glasses.

And I know I will have an opportunity to mingle and meet. Funny enough, the heat keeps us inside. So what can you do? I'll be happy when September is here - I'm not really sure why, I just will.

On a funner - and more challenging - note it's D's birthday next week - the big 30 and I'm hoping it will end up being as memorable as mine (everyone remember my NY glee?).

Maybe I can learn to order his favourite Korean dish? Mini book and food court here I come!

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