Last week was crazy, Grandma is in hospital in NZ and last week I took my phone everywhere just in case Dad rang to say I needed to come home. It probably wasn't too serious, but there was an entire week where she had absolutely no complaints about anything, which did worry us.
On top of the Grandma stress my room leader has vanished off the face of the earth (the other explanation involves her having an incredibly bad back, but vanishing off the face of the earth sounds better). Plus both directors of my centre were away, 3 birthday parties to run and a grandparents day (each of those things is stressful on its own).
This week has begun with homesickness. Not of course for home because that would make a little too much sense, I am homesick for Israel. I'm not sure if it quite counts as homesickness, but it involves the same longings for the familiar, and a general desire to get on a plane. Yes...I finally made contact with Sapir, always a very dangerous thing to do!!
I also feel more like an Aussie by the day. Last week I looked in astonishment at the NZ weather and wondered how you all survive it, you're spring temperatures look like the middle of our winter. I have also begun to find some issue with this whole cup of tea/dinner=tea thing. My aunty text me to say she really wanted tea, I assumed she was talking about a cup of tea and was really confused when three hours later I received a text saying her tea was very nice. For some time I pondered text message delay times before I realised she was talking about dinner. I think it's time I left, soon I'll be able to tell you all about their version of football, and I'll have one of those bad accents.
