I did. I thought it would be easy.
I am interested in cognition, learning, mapping and positioning and I’m in a new place and at school, so it’s perfect. Gosh, I thought, I will have so much to reflect on, my papers will practically write themselves.
And I mean I’m studying in the motherland. How hard can it be? It’s kinda’ like being at grandma’s house. Surely I will manage. My operating system will work at the relatives’.
But it’s hard. Much harder than expected when I finally sat down after background girl got me on the plane.
I think I underestimated how tiring frequent “vestibular upsets” associated with repositioning myself in foreign lands would be. Because as if it’s not enough to feel these things in every fiber of my body, I then have to write about them. And everything is just so gosh darn interesting.
