The power of positive thinking

I know these posts are coming in a funky order now that I don't have the Internet at the apartment. I cringe at trying to resolve such a technical issue with my very nice, but very English-speaking-challenged staff at the apartment.

Absolutely nothing cool to report from today. Last night was back to The Great for dinner. God I love that place. I picked up stuff for a few nights and then walked home. I always try to walk a different way home to see new things, and invariably get a little turned around. The goods news is it's a little hard to get totally lost, so I'm usually okay. My Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream was starting to get a little soft though ... can't have that.

Then this weird feeling came over me. I actually felt like I had my feet under me for the first time. I knew my way around, I was eating normal food again. I wasn't totally dying every time I tried to talk. I really enjoyed what I was working on at the office. Gosh darn it - I'm really happy here! I'm going to relish being different rather than feeling weird about it. I'm going to enjoy some alone time - I never get any at home (no offense, babe). I'm not going to laze around my apartment all day, but I won't kill myself if I want to go home and watch American Idol either!

Every time I talk to my co-workers in the US, I realize how nice it is to not be there. I know they won't agree, but I'm in no rush to go back to all that. I may have to be forcably deported from Hong Kong.