So it turns out that this whole “we’re moving to Mongolia” thing wasn’t a joke. We spent our first three weeks here staying at the guesthouse and living out of a suitcase, but now it has actually happened:
We moved into our new home!
And yep, that orange beauty is all ours.
So yeah…we have an apartment…in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia…to call our own. It’s somewhat surreal, but also wonderfully wonderful. It’s in a new building – not one that looks like a Communist Block apartment building. Everything is fairly new, and the elevator works like a dream. We have yet to experience a power outage at our new home (they happen from time to time in various neighborhoods), but our fingers are crossed that when we do, we will not be in the dreamy elevator. We can hope.
Better yet, the apartment is located directly behind the wrestling palace and – we found out last night – a DELICIOUS Indian restaurant. We’re home.
Speaking of the wrestling palace, Chris and a bunch of friends went yesterday to see a competition (I’ll let him cover that one in his own post though). When I asked, I was given “wrestlemania” and “bird dance” to describe the sights. It sounds cool.
So yeah…I spent my day yesterday in meetings for the project I will work on here. It was a long day…overwhelming on just about every level I could think of…but also incredibly exciting. I start on Tuesday. My partner (the co-worker I will work most closely with) does not speak English. I have a part-time interpreter. I live in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. I also work in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.
When did all of this happen?
Sometimes I just laugh. With myself or at myself I am not certain, but it’s laughter nonetheless.
Oh, and here’s wishing Colin and Carey a wonderful adventure of their own – I wish I could have been there to share in the day yesterday! XOXOX and heaps of love to you both.
That is all for now from this side of the globe.