People who know me will know that I am not such a spontaneous person. I make plans to make plans and when new plans are suddenly suggested I'm thinking "holy moly what do I do??" on the inside and usually "I'm kind of really tired" on the outside because mentally dealing with a whole new situation that I originally didn't plan for is super exhausting. It's a stupid way of thinking but I actually happen to be quite a stupid person - I've learnt to hide it well.
On Tuesday Elin asked if I wanted to join her on a ceramic class after work and half of me was so desperate to join and the other half was kind of like.. but I need to food shop. And I was tired too, for real. The night before we were all invited over for dinner by Naomi and her boyfriend who was visiting this weekend. They made us a roast dinner and we had sangria and ice-cream and it was such a perfect night. We started off on fashion talk and then ZARA talk and then everything descended into watching YouTube videos of random comedy skits before finally declining into compilations of cat and dog videos and then we all left a little after midnight. So no more unpacking happened that night and on top of food shopping all I could think about was how much I needed to unpack before Mumma gets here - which would be tonight and of course I still haven't unpacked!!
I'm not sure what actually made me go in the end, but in the end I did go with Elin to the ceramic class and in the end is was so so worth it. I mean, it was all in Spanish so I was kind of lost for the most part but holy moly it was so much fun and we never even made anything! There were 5 of us in a class - a couple of people from work who I didn't know but Elin did and a lady from somewhere else. It was cute and cosy and there was a lot of talking from the teacher about the origins of ceramics and the kind of clay and the history of pottery and porcelain within my Chinese heritage at the beginning. That much I could pick up on. And then we worked on the technique of correctly kneading the clay to remove all of the air bubbles that might be trapped inside and I was commended for being so "perfecto" at it that they all asked if I'd done it before. Which I hadn't so I perhaps I found my true calling? And then we made bowls shaping the clay with our hands and in the end the teacher made us slice them in half (!!) so that we could study and learn about the importance of even weight throughout the bowl. It was interesting to learn more about something than to just do it for the fun of it - it made it more purposeful in a way. A better reason to avoid unpacking for the second day in a row.
I guess what's been the biggest change I've had to adjust to (ignoring the language barrier) is just letting go a little and going along with whatever comes along. It's what happens when you move to a new country and a new culture and you have to work out a different way to be. Like how dinners are so late and that people want to go out every week and that work can be so exhausting but that doesn't mean you can't have a life outside of it. So I might be super tired the next day and still have the same jobs to do that I should have done 2 days ago already but actually that's ok. It's a different way for me to think but I'm kind of getting there or getting somewhere, at least, with last minute plans and everyone all over the place still with balancing work and social and everything in between. I'm still working on it but I'm glad it's working.