Jet Lag... fight against slumber...

For those of you who don't already know, let me explain my unnecessarily long URL. It started when I spent 3 months in Europe and despite travelling and unreliable Internet, I attempted to start a blog of my adventures. Ergo, sonowifindmyselfinparis.wordpress.com was created. Yes, there was a double meaning. Yes, it was intended. Either way, after a series of events I now find myself in China! And this time I intend to continue this blog through the end of my stay. (A much easier feat now that I have continuous access to a reliable Internet connection.)



So, at the moment, I've come down with a terrible case of desynchronosis. (Jet lag, for those of you who aren't completely informed through wikipedia). It's 5:30pm here in Ningbo, 3:30am in Provo, 2:30am in Riverside, and I'm fighting with everything I have to not fall asleep with my eyes open. And you thought this blog was to keep everyone informed... really, it's just a means to help combat my jet lag. Granted this won't be near as bad as when I come home, when after 20 hours of travelling, I'll arrive in LA only 55 mins after I leave Shanghai. I'll sleep across that bridge when I come to it, though.



Yesterday, I at least arrived in time to crash in bed. And I hope the world enjoyed Sunday, because I never experienced it. I left Saturday about noon and didn't get to Tokyo until Sunday afternoon. They finally let us de-board after assuring we didn't have sickness of the swine. By the time I got to Ningbo after the 3 hour flight and 3 hour drive, it was 12:30 am Monday morning.



Troy (my boss and host) is actually in the good 'ol USofA right now, but his wife Denise has been especially accommodating. Troy and Denise have 5 beautiful daughters whom I've already been able to spend lots of time with. I'll have to include pictures and descriptions later on, but I have a feeling I'll be getting pretty attached. I'm finally getting to play the big sister role.


Work starts tomorrow, so hopefully that will go well. I'm mostly concerned about being able to understand Lola. I'm really hoping it was just because I was tired, but last night coming home from the airport it took me awhile to understand that it was the weather she was asking me about. At least I'll look cute in my new work slacks and cardigan as I stand smiling and confused. You can picture it; comprehension completely vacant, my mouth hanging sort of open, not sure whether to go into a half smile while I decide whether I can get away with a nod and a nervous laugh or if I'm supposed to be responding to a question. Yeah. Wish me luck.


Well, it's early to bed for me tonight but for now, must... stay... awake....