Life in a Sandbox

My friends Emma and Mathias recently posted a great blog about daily living in Azerbaijan and men. For all those who received my email about Azerbaijani men, this explains a bit more.

Check it out: Life in a Sandbox [link]

A Word to Prospective Az7

Chilax.

I know, I know. It is hard. A year ago, I was were you are. I worried. I planned. I packed and then re-packed. I drove my dad and friends nuts talking about what to expect, my expectation, problem scenarios, possible outcomes, future plans...

You have no idea what this experience is going to be like. You can't. You may try to plan for contingencies, for the future, but you can't. You may end up loving it here. You may end up hating it. You may get married. You may ET. You may get medically separated. You may get sat upon by an elephant.

You will get here and you will either have everything you need or your mom will have to send you more socks. You will bring your favorite camera and then leave it at the airport. You will bring a cell phone and then realize you never had it unlocked.

It will all work out. Enjoy your time at home because in 6 months, you will be missing flush toilets.

A Broken Refrigerator

A new trial in Azerbaijan: My refrigerator stopped working.

At first, I freaked out (and I still sort of am). I had to make an impromptu batch of cherry torts and beg my next door neighbor to take my no-longer frozen chicken.

I also visited my landlady. Her unsympathetic attitude made me realize that in Azerbaijan, there ain't no thing as rental agreements.

Thus, my broken refrigerator is up to me to fix. After several frantic phone calls to my friend and her brother, the fix-it guy is due at my door any minute (well, he was due a few hours ago, but I have hope).Ugh...good thing I rarely eat meat. Now my ət money can go toward coolant.