All right, I admit it. I'm homesick. I'm six weeks in and most of the shiny newness has worn off; now I just keep thinking about how much I would enjoy some nice fall weather - five minutes without sweating! - a quinoa salad, my favorite yoga class, and a good old fashioned hug. Is it the no hugging that makes me the most blue? It's hard to go this long without any cuddles from friends and family.
But it'll be okay, I'm getting over it. At least I've been through this before, and last week when I couldn't let go of my grumpies, I took a look at the calendar and thought, "Oh, of course. This is just the six-week blues." Well, that and all the rain, which is just horrific at this point. My shoes are growing mold. But the forecast is for sunnier weather starting soon, and the day when my good friend the Fifi Poodle arrives grows closer, so I'll be a little blue for a few days more, and then I'll bounce out of it. I've found a better pool that's cheaper, closer, and longer, so I'm swimming every morning now, and that's helping a lot to cheer me up, make me feel more normal. I had a nice, relaxing weekend here in Managua, hanging out with a couple of friends. We went to the pool, went dancing. On Sunday I went to a coffee shop to drink cappuchino and work on transcribing my hand-written notes into spreadsheets. NOT fun, but it gave me a nice productive feeling, which is almost as good as fun. So I was feeling better, but then Monday morning I got an email saying that my parents had to put one of our dogs to sleep. Buddy, our chow-golden retriever mutt, probably one of my favorite dogs in the world. Oh, sigh. I still feel really weepy at the thought, and that's after a good long crying jag yesterday morning.
So send me some virtual hugs, people. I need a little pick-me-up.