What's This?

To those of you who read my blog from last year, A Girl, A Year, A Blog, and glimpsed into the ridiculous inner workings of my mind--welcome back! Prepare yourselves for round 2. To those of you who perhaps don't know what you are getting yourself into, welcome for the first time. To both parties, I'm so excited to have you, I could dance like Carlton Banks.

So, you've read the title, and now some of you are thinking "Oh, poor child. She thinks she's domestic."

Wrong. I know I'm not domestic.

I will start wearing bathing suit bottoms for underwear to avoid doing laundry.

But I am making an effort to be adequately like a...person. So, this blog follows what any person would do at this time in his or her life--the day to day nonsense--finding a job, cooking, cleaning, finding friends outside of college, organizing finances, pondering life,etc. However, since it's me we are talking about, I am doing it in the most spastic and inefficient way possible and in a country that baffles me so much, even after being here for 14 months.

"But..why?" I ask.
Namibia. That's why.

But I guess I will do a quick recap before I begin my real entries.

Pay attention.

Last year I left my house in New Jersey, and adjusted to living in the bush of Northern Namibia, teaching learners who apparently thought I was a ghost for a good part of the year.
Hello, my name is Professor Bins.
In that time, somehow this country became my home. I fell in love with this area, and also with an Afrikaans boy I met at a coffee shop and haven't been able to get out of my mind since. So, I finished out my year at school and moved to a coastal town to live with said boy. I've been here for just under 3 months now, and it is a 180 from where I lived last year. Gone are the bucket showers, the intestinal parasites, the spotty electricity, goats in my kitchen, and being able to wear gym shorts to the bar (that last one makes me sad). It is a weird and very Western oasis in Namibia, but do not be fooled--it is still Africa. Walk 1 kilometer out of town in any direction, and you will be smack dab in the middle of the Skeleton Coast of the Namib desert. Or in the Atlantic Ocean, obviously.

So, kick back, relax, and don't judge me too harshly.

Sometimes I do inappropriate things. But if I have to use a sock as an iPad case or tie my hair back with a plastic bag, who gives a flying...thing.

One last note. In an attempt to make this blog more family friendly, I will try to keep cursing and poop talk to a minimum.
Although I think it loses something. And I don't know how long that rule will last.

But enjoy, friends!