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I've been in Chiang Mai since October 28th. That's three months into a new endeavor, staying in one place instead of moving around, and three months is always the pits. Our reaction and adjustment to new things runs on a fairly predictable schedule, so reliable that new teachers in Japan's Jet program are given a week by week outline of how they will feel. And no matter how confidant they are that they are well-prepared and they won't follow the pattern, everyone I talked to told me the same thing. They do. I guess adjusting is adjusting, and you can ease the process only so much.
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And I'm following the same pattern. The traffic that was mildly annoying now seems nearly intolerable. I'm getting a bit impatient with slow service. My craving for western food has increased as my tolerance for its inevitable straying from the 'real thing' wanes.
At least I know that this is just the pattern, the period when I am most aware of problems, yet not quite able to cope enough to feel I belong.
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