Week 3: A Melting Pot of Thoughts
Going on our third week in Uzbekistan. It already feels like a lot longer to me. Maybe because every day we are learning and experiencing so many new things. I was telling a friend recently, seems as if every night I go to to bed, my brain feels like an oversaturated little sponge. Constantly soaking up the newness around me. New culture, new city, new neighborhood, new ways of transportation, new foods, new people we have met, new challenges, new dependency on Google Translate, the list goes on and on. A few days after we moved into our permanent house I ventured out to the neighborhood supermarket alone for the first time, and I got sooo overwhelmed/overstimulated that I forgot to even look for most of the things on my list and when I got home I just started crying lol. It sounds so silly, the simple task of grocery shopping sending me over the edge like that, but it doesn't feel like a simple task when you don't know where anything is, don't know or recognize at least
