It's not easy to do, here. After leaving all the things I might have potentially had to make a dwelling a home, the only things that I've been able to afford so far are plastic closet organizers and curtains for my bedroom.
I just wish I had an oven. There are so many things that an oven would do for me to make me feel like this is home. I just want to bake cookies and others things the way I'm used to doing it- not being forced to 'improvise' (Resorting straight to frying EVERYTHING).
It's hard to have white, bare walls and the fact that a sewage smell eeks in from the drain on the kitchen and bathroom floors doesn't exactly bring back warm memories. But I suppose that's how life is in an apartment. Not much you can do to change it.
With Christmas around the corner, I find myself trying to not have expectations. What if my husband hates the tree? Or the Christmas music I've listened to since I was a baby? What if I'm completely disappointed by Christmas in Ecuador? The country is so Catholic that I can't imagine if being without spirit or celebration. I just hope that it echoes what I know in some small part.
But I won't get ahead of myself. I'm finally making a list of house projects so that I have goals to work towards. No use floundering in sadness when I could be scheming and changing the situation. I'm pretty sure taping up the smelly floor drains and getting an oven are top priority.
I just wish I had an oven. There are so many things that an oven would do for me to make me feel like this is home. I just want to bake cookies and others things the way I'm used to doing it- not being forced to 'improvise' (Resorting straight to frying EVERYTHING).
It's hard to have white, bare walls and the fact that a sewage smell eeks in from the drain on the kitchen and bathroom floors doesn't exactly bring back warm memories. But I suppose that's how life is in an apartment. Not much you can do to change it.
With Christmas around the corner, I find myself trying to not have expectations. What if my husband hates the tree? Or the Christmas music I've listened to since I was a baby? What if I'm completely disappointed by Christmas in Ecuador? The country is so Catholic that I can't imagine if being without spirit or celebration. I just hope that it echoes what I know in some small part.
But I won't get ahead of myself. I'm finally making a list of house projects so that I have goals to work towards. No use floundering in sadness when I could be scheming and changing the situation. I'm pretty sure taping up the smelly floor drains and getting an oven are top priority.
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