I'm not the best at everything I do. Sometimes I'm not very good at all (but I don't want to hear one word about my driving skills from any of you right now). Generally speaking, however, I think I can call myself competent at what I do, and I like that about myself.
The first few days in Ukraine took me away from that comfort zone faster than I expected. As I mentioned in my last post, I couldn't find my way home- it turned out the east-bound bus stop was a couple blocks away from the west-bound bus stop, and I couldn't understand the responses when I attempted to ask for directions. I couldn't get my key to open the door. My host family doesn't have a microwave or a freezer, and the produce looks iffy to me, and I found myself in a huge market full of food and unable to make myself a meal other than a cheese sandwich. I've realized I don't necessarily know how to handle not knowing what's going on around me.
Thankfully, things are looking up. I made my way home without giving up and taking a cab yesterday. I now know how to unlock my door. I was able to successfully locate and purchase a notebook. I'm still living mostly on yogurt, cheese sandwiches, and bottled water, but one day (hopefully soon) I'll figure something else out. Maybe when my Russian improves I can ask my host mother to teach me how to cook Ukrainian food. ;)
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