Not a happy start

I´ve spent the better part of the last two days in bed. I´m sick as a dog and it´s so amazingly cold in this place. I feel useless, hopeless and very very homesick. I miss my Viejito, I miss Nyx, I miss my friends, and I miss my independence.

I´d be a total mess if it weren´t for my Tia Anna - my anut - looking after me but at the same time I feel like an invalid being looked after like this. Where is the brave, intellegent, resourceful person I was living in Sydney?? Right now I´m just a snotty, sooky mess.

The stupid part of it all is that I knew this would happen and I planned for it. I knew I would feel shit for the first week or two and that I´d need some time to adjust but now that it´s happening I just feel like a git. Gawd! I wish I would wake up to find I´m well and it´s warm outside.

I went to a wake and a funeral before this cold really hit me. Probably didn´t help my spirits to do something so morbid but it was an opportunity to see such a different event to what I would ever experiance at home that I wanted to see it. It was a real community event, with neighbours doing the hail-mary thing over the body, sharing rides to the cenentary without needing to ask first, starngers stopping in traffic to pay respect. All very interesting and moving.

Only problem, it was so bloody cold that the cold was seeping in through the soles of my sneakers which is what really pushed me over the edge with this cold. You forget, when you live in drought, little details like the fact that wet-cold ground is worse than dry-cold ground. And plus I´m just not used to having freaking SNOW all around me on the hilltops.