Our day ends at 4pm. The shops all close nowish, not that that’s our reason for climbing into bed; it’s our day of rest.
We spent the day with a South African couple from The Church, they took us to the local mall, fed us and showed us some good places to shop. They’ve been here for a year and have a bit more experience than us.
The other couple we connected with The Church is a young married couple — much like us — from Hungry, they’ve been here for about 2 years now. We’re keen to get to know them. The girl works for Google, so Ken and I were both, obviously, intrigued. They’ve promised to take us on a hike when the weather eases off a bit more.
The most interesting thing about The Church is really the vast diversity. Every third person is black, something we didn’t expect from a white-majority country (especially when that wasn’t even the norm in South Africa for us). They’re from all over the world, Nigeria, Botswana, England, and Brazil. It’s truly magical to be a foreigner in a place where you’re almost at home in your differentness.
We have a rough plan for the days that follow, get an appointment for my PPS number (like a tax or social security number), get Kendal’s passport stamped, buy some real things and maybe apply for jobs.
I’ve been telling people that I’m in media — and while I technically am, I’m still fairly undecided about my path here. I’ve started telling people that I’m looking for any work while I write my book. That feels right to say. Maybe I’ll start saying “I’m a writer”. (I do have a blog and all).
We’re dreaming, Ken and I. Still, the possibilities feel endless.
With love, From Dublin.
Cheylin
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