Preview!

Please see below for the first official "Kylie-in-Iran" photos.

(Sneak peak - they aren't even on FB yet *gasp*)

Alireza and I went to a park. There were all sorts of birds etc, like a miniature bird-zoo or something.

This is Alireza, the current MCP of AIESEC Iran. We're eating ab-ghust, a traditional Iranian meal. It literally means ''meat water". You put bread in the broth and eat that. Then you mash the meat and vegies, and also eat it with bread. It's soooo yum. The drink is a sour yoghurt/water mix called dugh. I don't like it!

And here is proof that Coopers is taking over the world! Nah, it's just my stubbie holder. (Not that I need it here at all!)

I,m here! And typing on a german keyboard, so forgive my mistakes!

Just a quick one to say horray I am in Iran, and booo, because Facebook is blocked here (the current government has blocked it because another candidate for upcoming Presidential elections uses it to communicate with the youth - how fair...)

Also a big boo because wordpress seems to have a problem with me signing in too. So all that business about updating that blog may not eventuate, and that's annoying.

Anywho, I'm safe, I'm happy, and I'm dressed oh-so-fine.

More later.

Home

It's an odd feeling, being back in the house I spent 10 or so years growing up in.

It always takes me a few days to get settled back in. It takes me a while to (re)learn to ignore the fraying carpet and the kittens everywhere. It takes me a while to remember that the family on the phone is not the same in person.

I love being here, but I've been away for so long that things I used to be used to (?) are now completely foreign, and can be absolutely annoying.

It's not misery and cat poop though. It's nice to be having conversations with my brother (I honestly think he's an alien life form). It's nice to be sharing a room with my 14 year old sister. "So, do you like any boys?" *giggles*. I'm glad I'm able to be there for my mum, when it seems that often, there's no-one there for her.

I'm getting used to not watching my TV shows, getting used to not having my own space and clean plates.

I love my family. In a way, I guess it's like a preview to what culture shock is going to be like. this sort of 'oh my god! How am I going to survive this?' kind of feeling, followed closely by 'oh, actually, this is fun. I like it, and I know I'm going to miss this when I leave.'

ouch.

It's times like these when you realise that while other people may be the centre of your world, you are not at the centre of theirs.

Last week

A week of finalising student's assessments, cleaning, packing, good coffee and goodbyes.