Tomorrow I move from the cozy home of my bosses into my "own" place... I will, literally, be living at the office. There's a little suite in the office for visiting staff, and I'm the first to make it mine. Like Willie's Room of the Wives, I suppose I should christen it with some kind of cool name.
I will post pics soon, but for now - it's on the second floor and outside the window is a huge stand of bamboo. I never knew that bamboo rattles and creaks in the breeze, it's a great noise. Since I get up around 6:30 or 7 these days - I know?!?! right?!?! - I'm glad to have a east-facing window to help with that transition. There's a river down below... and this being an emerging economy, that's less romantic and more ... uh ... sewagey ... than it sounds, but there's an element of pleasure to hearing the water, as long as I don't think too much about it.
I'm within two blocks of all sorts of eating options and a three minute cab ride from the MultiPlaza with its Hollywood movies, Argentinian version of Forever 21 and McD/Subway/Pizza Hut/KFC.
But it's going to be a big shift, and an interesting phase on this adventure... I'm being pushed out of the safety of others' language skills and cooking habits, and smack into living on my own in a foreign country really-truly. I should also have evening access to a Vonage phone, complete with an USA phone number! Details to follow.
I have learned this week: it's not nice to say "American" when referring to something unique to the United States.
Also: I am considering a boycott on the blog until Dr. Meg posts an update to hers. (MF was almost in this category but snuck by this evening.)