Busy week. I got the okay from my supervisor on my thesis, picked up my beautifully burgundy leather-bound copies and submitted them, celebrated with dance and wine for several days, met and Co. over brunch, said goodbye to all my friends, and flew to the other side of the world to be picked up by my fiance in a limousine.
Now I have a couple of weeks to adjust to all things American. The time-zone, the cold, the upside-down light-switches, the power outlets that look like tiny surprised people, the units of measurement, the cars on the wrong side of the road, tipping and sales tax, pennies, and the paper money that is all the same colour.
Still, somehow it feels like home.
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