In the staff room again, hating French keyboards. But things are getting better. I'm finding my place here, but I'm pretty much certain that I can never live in a country that is not the US for too long (read: longer than a year or two). The main reason is probably the bathrooms. Bathrooms in this country are ridiculous. They are simply converted closets that now serve as restrooms. But, other than my intense need for a very very long burning hot shower, I'm finding my panic receding. I'm starting to enjoy myself, and I'm honestly laughing at some of the things that happen here.
Last week I fell down the stairs. A more accurate description might be that I slid painfully down half a flight of stairs. These stairs are definitely a death trap. Sarah, my October roommate and new best friend (tomorrow is our 2 week anniversary--we've taken to celebrating this event), warned me that the stairs were a death trap. Her apartment is in a "historical" building. This means that the first flight of stairs slant sideways, reminiscent of Pisa's archiecture. The next flight not only slant, but are also curved and rounded. Those who know how very graceful I am know that I, of course, assified myself on these stairs. As soon as I either locate or get a new USB cord, I will add pictures of these ridiculous stairs.
I now hold the railing for dear life.
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