Day 2 of 7
I signed up for Chinese classes this morning. The potential mood boost from taking action and making some kind of progress in my life here was tempered by the anxiety-inducing feeling of handing over ALL MY MONEY. Seriously; I'd managed to hold onto a fair portion of my last paycheck and was looking forward to ending this month on a less impoverished note than the last, a hope which quietly poofed away in the seconds it took me to sign my name and receive a bill for a month's tuition. At least it's a worthy cause? But broke is broke; I may just have signed up for something I can't really afford. So that's causing me some anxiety right now.
(I guess I could lighten my class schedule next month if money's really an issue. At least I got my foot in the door; let's just hope the door doesn't swing shut on it.)
PS. I'm already bad at anything even approaching an intimate relationship, and then I have to go and throw a language barrier into the mix? Oh, way to go, me.
(I guess I could lighten my class schedule next month if money's really an issue. At least I got my foot in the door; let's just hope the door doesn't swing shut on it.)
PS. I'm already bad at anything even approaching an intimate relationship, and then I have to go and throw a language barrier into the mix? Oh, way to go, me.