Adaptation in Lone Star State

The weather has been rather refreshing. Texas is not known to snow but instead, it takes all the cold that Canada generously distributes through the States and finally Texas takes the last remaining share. Of course I was excited to feel air-condition outside a building finally. And walk down the streets with your toes tingling and numbling. And wear coats.

The tide has been settling down slowly. All the tumultous whirlwind has subsided. Adaptation and familiarity has bonded. Basically my lifestyle has changed dramatically. I drive to work and back. I drive to the supermarket and back. I prepare my own meals. Or my friend’s husband will cook for me as you can see, I haven’t perfected cooking rice yet. I don’t hang out in cafes anymore. I hibernate in my own apartment and brew my own coffee. I make my own salads and I do not eat out at all. The only time i was craving for Chinese food and had to be contented with Americanised Chinese Food which is only tantalising to Americans.

I do my own laundry too. Unbelievable.

This is not me. I wish I knew that. Strange how it all became. I used to be a direct paradox of what I am just three months ago. The irony is I have never ate so much grapefruits and bananas as much as I ate in the past three months. The zealousness to wanting to have an adequate intake of fruits is to ensure good salubrity.

Driving away from San Antonio to Austin, America revealed herself of her capacious beauty and voluminous nature. But recent relocation still demanded a lot more adaptation and ease before travelling around the States.

But I have adapted no doubt after a tumultous emotional turmoil, it has been much desirable.

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Humdrumness

It’s been three months in Texas. Okie, the last entry was a little grim. My blog has been rather humdrum ab ovo. I shall lighten up a little. I have reached rock bottom and the only way out is up. Life should be better in the States, everyone tells me… I knew that at the back of my head but to get to that statement takes a while and a cobbled path with obstacles. But I’m getting there…. I have to only go forward and enjoy what the US can offer me.

I have my Beetle, my space and my independance. I found my own rustled tranquility. And I have mastered the art of keeping positively sane. And focused.

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