BUT. I am a PADI SCUBA diver now. WHAT IS UP. Pretty stoked about that and now I just have to figure out when and where to go get my open water certification, which is two more dives, and then I'm official and can start working towards my advanced certification. Holler. A new, expensive hobby to look forward to.
Also, in an effort to better prepare myself for moving home and to stop hemorrhaging money, I have started paying my smaller purchases and bills in coins. It's so easy to let it all just collect in a corner somewhere, but that is useful money. I'm already going to the ATM heaps less than I used to. That may also have something to do with the fact that I am going home at night instead of to the pub and I have started drinking coffee in the mornings at home instead of buying one on my coffee break at work and bringing lunch from home instead of buying a sandwich from the coffee shop at work and I don't take a taxi to work, I walk or ride the bus. Who knew such small things daily can really add up? I mean, I hear it all the time, so clearly someone knew, but inputting those small changed into your daily life can really make a difference. That being said, when I found myself without bread this morning for toast because mine had molded overnight, paying for my loaf of bread and a chocolate croissant at my corner bakery in 1 MOP coins (17MOP for the purchase) did not seem to be appreciated by the cashier.
My mind has long been conflicted about how long to stay in Macau, but I went home two weeks ago for a friend's wedding. I was able to spend two days with my family and then flew to Atlanta to spend 4 with them for the wedding. What an amazing week it was. It started out less than stellar, but it ended up being an awesome week full of fresh mountain air, real, clean grocery stores, real shopping, therapeutic driving, and an AQUARIUM. My camera got stolen at the aquarium, but I'm trying to move on from the devastation of that moment. Moral: don't leave your camera on the hook in the bathroom, even if only for 10 minutes. Other moral: take pictures off your camera regularly. Really, all this rambling about the fresh air and lost cameras amounts to one thing: I think I'm ready to come home. No dates yet, I still need to do some travelling whilst I remain out here and I want to have at least one spectacular diving/beach vacation before coming home, but I miss home so much it hurts.
I will miss semi-quiet mornings like this one, where I get up early and watch the city wake up with a cup of coffee and breakfast and my chameleon and her breakfast. I mean, the view from 34 floors up is one you will not get in an Arts and Craft cottage in New Orleans. But then I look back out my huge picture window and the smog obscures everything but the immediate view anyway, and the noise pollution kind of ruins the quiet effect.
Since I have not posted since they moved in, the new roommates are working out splendidly and funny enough, we NEVER see each other. Even with four of us in the house, we see each other more at work than at home. You have to love that in a group of roommates. It leaves little room for conflict. Brilliant.
Now, time to complete my morning routine before heading off into the mines again. Well, not to belittle miners because their jobs are much more dangerous than mine, but you know. It feels dangerous to my sanity/mental health... Maybe I need a canary to take to work to warn me of impending threats...
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