Do you still believe in God, said the preacher to the astronaut.

i feel i should blog again after that end-of-the-world style post i left last time. i've been here a week now and, not gonna lie, for the first few days, after i'd realised what i'd gotten myself into, i was hella homesick. got myself all convinced there was no way i could do this and i needed to leave. it's a funny ol' thing, homesickness. because the truth is, i don't think i particularly missed home at all. it's just this overwhelming sense of dread that everything has changed and will continue to change and you're in the middle of it now and there's nothing you can do about it. however, like i said, i've been here a week now and the dread, it seems, has passed. i really like it here. salta is a beautiful town, the weather's lovely, the people are great. am actually home alone for around eight days as cecy, who i live with, has had to go to chile, for reasons passing understanding. i've always loved having the house to myself. and when i got into bed the other night it suddenly hit me that i was officially over six thousand miles away from everything i've ever known. i'm not overly sure how that makes me feel. one thing's for sure though, i did not realise just how wound up and anxious i was all the time until i got here and everything that matters is now back home taking care of itself. so i have a plan of action. yes, during the week i'm really busy with work in the schools and kindergardens and with the young people etc., but the weekends are quieter, and i have fridays all to myself. i'm going to chill out. it sounds easy, but i've spent the past six months of my life doing stuff. literally all the time. it got to the point where sitting alone in the house for any more than an hour made me want to kill myself. but why? i'm starting to settle in here now, and for the first time since i decided to come i'm starting to realise just how good this trip is gonna be for me. i need this. and like the wise man said, everything always works out.