Sigh. I’ve got a rotten case of homesickness recently. I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss the craziness I’m used to. Mostly, though, it’s that I’m living on my own for the first time in my life. Granted, there are people around here I could pester into coming over every so often, but there’s nothing like a roommate you can babble to about yarn or cats or British television or video games at midnight. I miss having someone to cook for besides myself. I miss everyone.
All that aside, however, life’s been fairly interesting. Monday I went with Tina to see her family friend at 南京中医药大学 who happens to be a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and he stuck some needles in my back to try to cure my cough. It very well may have worked, the cough’s on its way out after about three weeks. Yesterday we finally climbed 紫金山 (Purple Mountain — that’s where the pictures are from). By “we” I mean to refer to myself, Tina, Micheal, Joy and David. We struggled to the top in pretty good time and celebrated by having a picnic with the geckos and throwing rocks at bees.
Tomorrow is a preschool demo class at 9:30 that keeps changing around… I’m just going to do my best without exhausting myself and let everything else take care of itself. In other news, they set up cameras in the classrooms today so that parents can be even more micromanaging and watch their kids in class and complain that their kids aren’t getting preferential treatment. Can’t wait!