Things I miss about the Falklands: my friends, the museum, dancing all night, walking everywhere, penguins, the beauty of the land, the lifestyle.
Things I don't miss about the Falklands: living alone, being cold all the time, wearing a ridiculous amount of clothes, constantly slipping and falling on ice, the limited variety of food.
A couple of people have mentioned to me the rather large amount of drinking I've mentioned on this blog. I'm generally the sort of person who will tell you something straight up and I did drink a lot in the Falklands. Back in my normal life, I don't have more than one or two drinks a week. However, in Stanley, most socializing took part in the pubs and drinking was part of the culture. It even came up a few times in the oral histories I collected and transcribed. I heard it said several times from those of us on short contracts, that being in the Falklands is kind of like being in university again. So true.
My main occupation since returning to the USA has been moving to New Mexico, where I have one more year left in my program. Fortunately, I won't be living alone as I'm taking the spare room at my friend Jeanna's apartment. Oh, and we'll be joined by her cat, Mao, and her dog, Buffy.
|This is Mao. He's beautiful and he knows it.|
|And apparently silly if he thinks I can't see him under there.|
|...and this is Buffy. She's a bit skittish, but very sweet and quiet.|
|New room in New Mexico.|
|If you've ever sent me a postcard, it is probably on that wall.|
|This is what happens when you shoot archery with a hyper-rotated elbow and without an arm guard.|
|This is wrong. See how much my arm is sticking out to|
the left? That's why the bowstring hit it so much.
|This is right. My arm is safely out of the bowstring's way. However, I have |
to consciously think about holding my arm in this position.
Oh, and I dyed my hair blue yesterday.