Adjusting

The past two days I have mostly been around the house, trying to unpack and find places for things. Yesterday I went into Harvard Square to exchange money and gave 3,150 ksh and got $42 back. That was kind of depressing. Being in my house has mostly been good, but when I leave and walk around Cambridge or Boston it gets a little overwhelming. People here seem so much crankier and less friendly than in Kenya. Even when they don't say anything, you can just feel the coldness.
Last night I made Kenyan food for my family. I made pilau, kachumbari, sukumawiki, and ugali. The ugali turned our horribly. I have heard that making ugali is an artform, but thought "How hard can it be?". It was hard. And mine was not good, and nothing like anything I ate in Kenya. Other than the ugali though, everything was good and everyone seemed to like it. The pilau was an especially big hit with Laura and Joy loved the Sukuma because she loves collard greens.
Sunday I went to church with my mom at a monestary in Cambridge, which was okay. I was allergic to the incense they were spraying around the room though, so that wasn't very good. Afterwards my Uncle Rob, my mom, and I went down to Community Boating in Boston and my uncle got certified to sail there and took us all out on one of the sailboats. It was cool to see Boston from that perspective, I have never been out on the river before in the middle of the city.
So slowly, but surely I am adjusting. I still get extremely exhausted around 2-4 pm when it is my bed time in Kenya. I am hoping that stops soon. My stomach isn't used to richness of the food here yet. I weighed myself yesterday and realized I lost 10 pounds while I was gone, which seems a litle crazy.