12 Hours Ahead

It is quiet here, on Sunday morning, 8:33am. We arrived two nights ago, but it feels a lot longer. Yesterday my son and I slept from 6pm to 12am. We missed the staff party. Our clocks are still adjusting to the 12 hour difference. We are getting up while everyone we know in NY is going to bed, and it is already Sunday morning here, but it feels like Saturday night.

Emotions run high when your mental clock is out of wack. It has been a roller coaster ride so far. We experienced gut wrenching fear when we arrived in a new country literally half-way around the world, to realize there was no one there to pick us up. And tense anticipation of what our accommodations would be like, accommodations that we were bound to and would have to work with or forfeit the entire deal. Alemayehu was definitely more cranky once we arrived, even more than he had been on the plane.

Now we have unpacked our eight suitcases, explored our immediate surroundings and are ready to see some more. Today we step outside the campus and the relative comfort of home. I’ll keep you posted 🙂