I moved!

Again.

I like this family so far, but it is always strange to being so accustomed to one home, and then up and leave a week later, for somewhere different with a different family and different...everything. But I was nervous before...and now, not SO much.

First of, let me start off by saying this. NO INTERNET. Unlike the United States, internet here is not a given. Everyone does not have it. No internet in mynew apartment, just because. To use it, I come to the office anytime I want from 1-6 PM....only. It's horrible for me. I am not a "tech-junkie" by any means...but I need my internet. I can live without my cell phone, which I dont have here anyway. I don't watch TV, or did not before...and I have never had an ipod...I am an internet person. My little computer is now taking up space in my empty bags. Sad.

I also moved from a house to an apartment. So far, I have lived in three apartments, and one house here. I hate apartments...the benefit though, is that the weather is lovely and I can sleep with the window open a little bit, and bugs will not come in.

Also, I have a little sister. Seven years old, adorable, and a sweetheart. Kids are not, nor have they ever been my thing...but we played for a few hours last night, taught eachother words and watched Hannah Montana. YES.

It is also kind of on the COMPLETE opposit side of town than my school. Amy's getting her workout on woooo! I live one block from the gym...so I should probably start going back here.

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I am OBSESSED with Brazilian music. No. Sertenajo. I LOVE it. It1s this kind of country, pop, love music. The sounds are always beautiful, and I only understand some words and some songs, I WISH I knew lyrics. I will probably buy an ipod when I return to New York just to fill it up with Brazilian music. Beautiful.

I am sitting in the office right now drinking Gatorade...which like everything else is COMPLETELY different. Yesterday I tried the lemon, and it's not BRIGHT yellow,but looks more like natural lemon juice...also, it tastes good. Now: Frutas Cítricas. It tastes like grapefruit and carrot. Interesting.

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I'm LOVING telling this story now:

I was called into the office yesterday afternoon. Ten minutes before school ended...I recieved the typical "oohs" and "ahhs" when I walked from my seat to the door. One friend was smiling WAY too big though. SOMETHING was going on.
I walked into the office (a door one foot away from the door to my classroom) and the secretary there pointed to this bouquet on the desk. It was for me. It was awkwardly large and yes, there was a card attatched. If you know me, you know exactly who these glittering roses and flowers were from. I could not help but smile, as MAD as I was at him.

My entire class looked at me and giggled and laughed...they also knew EXACTLY the boy who sent those. Imagine walking nine blocks, in a school uniform, obviously walking home from it having just ended...backpack and all....with a giant bouquet. Yeah....I got stared at, even by people that know me.

And might I add, what a lovely story that was for me to tell my new family THE FIRST DAY I was there. They laughed at me and I laughed at myself. Now, they sit in the entrance, in a lovely crystal vase, beautiful as ever. "I'm sorry/I love you" flowers. Damn. My new little sister, she and I refer to the boy (that I left unnamed) locoloco. That is his name :D

I can say this right now, leaving him will be the hardest thing I can imagine...