Perhaps not adjusting as well as I thought

From a conversation with Bill and Jessica, who are in Madison and who are completely awesome and who are getting married in two weeks!:

Them: Have you found a favorite activity? What do you like to do there?

Me: (long pause)

Me: Sit in the air-conditioning. That’s what I like to do. Seriously, I am not built for this heat.

So, It’s still lonely here. I have some new friends, but the city remains an intimidating place and even something as simple as buying a candy bar is difficult. Where do I find a candy bar? How can I get it home before it melts? (my last one melted completely on the 10-minute rickshaw ride home.) If it melts, how do I solidify it before eating it without having a refrigerator? (So far I’ve managed to duct tape them to the AC but that seems an ungraceful solution.) So much complication. So many difficulties. Everything is harder here, it seems.

I sent my pants back to the tailor’s. They really are too small. I have some pretty anklets, though, that I’m really excited about, and I am looking forward to doing some shopping with my host mother.

Overall: mixed emotions with a chance of droopiness.