so the black stars lost which only makes me pine even more for ghana. if there is one thing ghanaians know how to do joyfully - it's everything. win or lose in the soccer world cup, i am sure there was dancing and singing. and warmth! and constant sunshine! and black people! i miss all of those things.
job is still going well, and it's funny how clearly un-adult i am at doing this. for example, last week i bought a whole chicken, thinking it was the more economical way to get protein into my diet, only to have to call my dad about it and google the method to carving a raw chicken. i also had to wikipedia search what an "invoice" is after getting an email from a manufacturer using that term. it was one of those situations where i would have never thought i didn't know what "invoice" means, but when doing business, it seemed better to be safe than sorry. i kind of take one step forward and then two steps back on this road to being self-sufficient.
one of the more unusual aspects of wellington culture is how many transexuals live here. i suppose with the political atmosphere of a liberal country's capital, it makes sense that many would congregate here, but the percentage is almost alarming. a few weeks ago i saw two obvious men half-heartedly dressed in woman's earrings and make-up. not stellar efforts on their parts, but still. who knew trany could be trendy? bob dylan is probably loving how much the times are a-changin'.
this past week a man who was wearing a carolina tshirt came in. i was hesitant to strike up a conversation with someone who was maybe only sporting a 2nd hand thrift shop find, but turns out he went to undergrad and law school at UNC. i had missed southern accents! home always is everywhere!
love,
maggie
