There goes the neighborhood
"Malaise De L'Orange" by Alana Yuen -- just because I found it cute and amusing.
The weekend came and went, time's moving too fast. I'm sleepy and it's not even midnight. Something about this humidity, it feels strange tonight... The kind of mood where just sitting there, you feel tiny beads of sweat collect on your upper lip - and it's not even hot, just humid. I've come to realize that I'm no longer used to high humidity, which is funny, considering where I've been. My hair and skin have changed too in this dry climate. It's desert, really, and once you move further inland, it's rather obvious.
I went out on a date and had lots of fun. He's Argentinian and hasn't always lived here. He grew up in Argentina, Chile and the UK. Makes for an interesting English accent with slight Spanish nuances. I must say that listening to some "proper" English is more than refreshing at this point. I immediately feel more at home. Apart from that, you can just tell when people have been places. We had lots to talk about, other than my experience with some of the locals...