the end of the 4th week

Four weeks. That's how long I've been at this new job. It feels like longer though. Probably because I haven't stopped moving since I arrived. It's crazy to think about how much I've learned and accomplished since my first day. But although I'm happy here I'm always dreaming of ways to get back to where my heart wants to be. I miss speaking Chinese. I miss the adventure. I miss my scooter. I miss the chaos. I miss the tea shops on every corner. I miss shopping in the night markets. I miss coffee dates with Lourdes. I miss my kittens' kisses in the morning. I miss the freedom I felt there. And the list goes on. But the reason I don't go back is because I know that things will never be the way they were. And job-wise, it would be hard to find a similar situation to the one I have now. So, today I'm thankful for surviving the last 4 weeks. And for doing it with a cara feliz (happy face). There have been a lot fewer tears in the last few weeks and for that I'm thankful. Happy Firday!