Yesterday I moved into the student residencia where I'm going to be living for the next five months. Unpacking was terrifying. Seeing the room turn into something I recognized made all of this feel so much more real.
I like it here, though, even if there are some things that are going to take some adjustment. For one thing, as far as I can tell people don't really eat, other than dinner at 10 or later. Otherwise, they seem to survive on yerba mate and sheer enthusiasm for life. They also don't sleep. Last night I got back from having drinks with some other people in the group at 3:30. This morning, my roommate mentioned to me that I got back really early.
My roommate isn't what I expected. She's 30, from Cordoba, Argentina, and a chemical engineer. She couldn't get a job in Corboda, so she had to move here, but she's dying to go back. Her family lives in Cordoba, along with her boyfriend. She doesn't really go out much, but she said she works a lot during the week. We talked for a while this morning after we woke up. I don't remember her name.
I feel like I'm only absorbing some 30% of what's happening. It's time for a nap.
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