learning a new dance

i‘ve been blogging about my  angsts in leaving the comfortable and adjusting to the unfamiliar -  as in, thirteen years of a pampered life in the midst of well bonded friends and a strong support system  in cambodia, to one of  ” being by my lonesome”  in mongolia. 

coping with mongolia’s below zero temperature is a challenge, but not as much as the solitude.  as with the different work ethics and office dynamics, the scarceness of ampalaya, the total absence of fresh sea fish and even oyunaa my cleaner.

things have improved some in the work front and seems to be getting better albeit rather too slow.   not quite in other aspects. oyunaa hasn’t learned to draw back the curtains and position the shower head the way i want them.  i still have to pick things up - a cleaning rag here, a bottle of cleaning liquid there - after she leaves.  shallow and petty but pisses me off like major.  

running on five months down in this land of the nomads and vastness eternal, i’ve come to realize that, to paraphrase someone, altough life is not always the party that we hope it would be, what the heck …  i should not lose my rhythm but continue dancing.  and learn how to dance with a different groove….