Changes

I'm changing already. I thought it would take longer, but this weekend, I noticed it. It was beautiful this weekend. I realized that I make this decision no longer based on whether I can have lunch outside without getting sun stroke, but on a more rigorous set of standards. A beautiful day is one where A- I can see blue sky B- I cannot see my breath and C- I do not need my hat. Which all of Dublin seems to hate. I think it's because my hat reminds them of a taller, younger Queen of England. And no one in this part of the world as much affinity for her. I don't care if it's frumpy. I'll walk much further without complaint if my head is warm.

I'd rather wait 30 minutes in the cold for the bus than pay $5 to have a cab take me home. Call me cheap, but I find myself saying 'the bus is already paid for...' a lot. And I feel guilty if I do not thank the bus driver when I exit. Everyone thanks the bus driver. Kids, thugs, old ladies. No one exits without saying thanks. Maybe it's not 'thanks for giving me a ride home'. Perhaps it's 'thanks for not killing me on the ride home'. They are some abrupt brakers, particularly when coming down from the upper level. Which is why you always try to sit on the lower level.

I still haven't gotten the hang of the 24 hour clock though. I have no concept of how late 19:37 is. Or if 23:15 is too late to run to the store. I also don't have a good measure of metric systems yet. I was trying to cook the other night at the equivalent of 120 degrees. Thankfully, I realized it was barely warm before we starved to death. I also don't understand 6,000,000 when measured in AutoCAD. It's 6 square meters. They measure in millimeters here instead of feet and inches. It's freaky seeing that your building is 42 million something.

It was mother's day this weekend. When the taxi guy told me, I panicked for a moment and then realized that we have different dates for Mother's day. I still have till May to forget my mom. Maybe I haven't changed...