We may read this very differently, but to me, those words are less a warning and more a promise. To that end, I have been deceived. My sink's water is many things, including refreshing, liquidy, and face-awakening in the mornings. It is not, however, "very hot." Or mildly warm. Or chilly. It is frigid.
The shower on the other hand, is a completely different story. Well, first, about the shower. Elaine and I call it the wet room. In the wet room--which is the same size as my bedroom--there is a little sink in a corner, a toilet by the wall, and a shower curtain hanging from the ceiling, slightly concealing a shower head.
Other than that slight curtain, though, there is no division. Thus, keep anything you want dry in the sink, as the entire room practically gets soaked during showers. The showers are very hot, actually, once you pull the right cord on the wall, of which there are 4.
I feel like Indiana Jones choosing the Holy Grail or a character from The Emperor's New Groove trying to navigate the way to Ezma's secret lab. Choose the wrong cord and all sorts of terrible will surprise you in the form of glacier-like water.
It's a little TMI, but I have a point. I like taking showers in the dark. Partially because I'm a morning showerer and it takes the edge off greeting the day and partially because I am not a fan of artificial lights (or fans. which is a pun and also the truth).
The wet room, other than a ring-sized ring of light on the shower box, is completely dark, and you can't see anything when the light goes off. After a minute or so, though, you are able to discern shapes and shadows and see pretty competently. There's more light in the darkness than you expected at the start.
I am lonely here. I'm not a JBU student, so I can't fully bond with them. The lady I work with has completely the opposite personality style than me, and I have yet to figure a way to make that relationship cohesive. I know no one in this country, and everyone I love is an ocean away. In short, it feels a wee bit dark in this dark, wet country.
However, just like my inky wet room, I know that the darkness will soon show to have more light than I currently perceive. School starts in only a matter of weeks and with it, people my age and stage of life--even if the country stays clouded. I am, then, not worried. I just have to wait it out and try to find ways to make my own sunshine.
Right now, that means reading (if you must know, I'm reading P.S. I Love You. It was in the house. Don't judge me), spending time with Jesus, watching movies, and occasionally venturing out of my room to explore. All is well.
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