What to do?

As you may know...being in a developing country requires flexibility...things just don't happen the way you plan them to...so, i've been dealing with life as it comes, armed with my every handy phrase, "What to do?!" for whenever things don't go the way i planned them to.

slowly my aparment is coming together. very slowly. our water purifier was supposed to be installed on monday, but its not. i planned to go to the market everyday since sunday...and i have not. i've planned to get online a few times, and it just hasn't worked out...what to do?!

this morning i woke up not feeling so well...i'm not really sure what's going on. my stomach is upset, but also my head is foggy and my body a little achy...we'll see how i fare tomorrow.

i went shopping for some clothes on saturday...i did quite well. i found some nice shirts and cheap. i don't think i got ripped off...which is always a nice feeling...i will say that my shopping experience has re-opened in me a question of value/fairtrade/ect ect...but (as my soccer coach from college would say).that is a conversation entirely unto its own.

monday was my first day at work. i was going to take a first day of work picture (wouldn't my mom be proud?)...but i didn't...i just forgot until i'd already changed out of my work clothes. then i was going to take a second day of work picture yesterday...but that didn't happen either. i guess the moment is just lost.

i've begun my quest to find a church home here. i visited a nice church on sunday...its the church the other interns have been attending...i'm just not ready to settle in without doing some searching of my own. armed with suggestions from people in the office, the quest has begun!

last night my roommate stephanie made us fajitas...it was wonderful :)

all in all i'd say my transition has been smooth so far (it has only been a week though!). i still find myself frustrated, or annoyed at times trying to figure things out...and trying to figure out how to live well in a place with such extreme poverty. it just never gets easier when a little kid approaches you to beg...figuring out how to respond...man, i just don't have it figured out.

i'm thankful for your prayers...and i'm quite convinced that the ease of my transition is directly linked to you all praying for me...and i covet your prayers as i continue to adjust...and set patterns and routines...and figure out how to live here well.