We Are Here

We arrived a couple days ago, and I've wanted to post, but there's been too much to say.

It's still pretty overwhelming.  R likes to encourage me to spread my little American wings, sending me on easy little errands. This morning was good, I went to the grocery store around the corner of the apartment and picked up some breakfast.

Yesterday's foray into the Real World was significantly more traumatic. He was fueling, and I had just enjoyed a liter of Peach iced tea. Delicious, but watery. He sent me in to find the Toiletten on my own. I was nervous, because there were a few bystanders around. But I pulled up my big girl pants and went in to ask. We were fine for the first bit, until the attendant went beyond, "Outside the building and to the right." He kept on with many more sentences. There was the word for "key" in there somewhere, but the rest of it was completely a wash. I waited until the words stopped, thanked him, and went back to the car.

I lived, and even got to pee once R walked me through how it worked, and didn't have a breakdown until we were back in the car and it really hit me that I am moving here in 2 months.

Everything is fine now, no PTSD from that encounter. And I made it through the grocery store just fine this morning.  But it is pretty scary to think that most people around don't know to stick to the dialog. Maybe I should have cue cards made up for all occasions...