Today I was running a few errands and it dawned on me that when I was with a group of English speakers, everyone here assumed I couldn't speak or understand Russian. Today, by myself, I was reminded that I am expected to know and understand Russian... or Ukrainian... ;)
Going to the Post Office here is not my favorite place to go. I needed to pick up a letter which of course I went to the wrong office for - I always choose the wrong place. Apparently the letters are on the backside of the building. At least today I didn't bother them during their lunch break. That makes them particularly grumpy.
It feels good to be settling in again. Even the struggle with language is familiar enough to feel like home.
