I’m officially in Kuala Lumpur. I don’t think it’s sunk in yet that I will actually be living here, it still kinda feels like I’m on vacation.
My flight was pretty outrageously long. Four and a half hours to Philadelphia then 14 to Doha, Qatar and another 8 or so to KL. So after over 30 hours of traveling I’m here. On the way here I watched about 5 movies, got asked if I was Meg Ryan (since I’m white, American, and am named Megan, obviously), got looked at very strangely when I tried to pour out my water while going through security in Qatar and at some interesting airplane food.
I feel so lucky that I had someone picking me up from the airport. I would have hated to try to figure out how to get anywhere on my own. I also feel very lucky that people speak English here, I still can’t imagine the stress of landing in a foreign country and not knowing the language. Maybe I’ll work up to that one day.
The jet lag hasn’t completely killed me yet, I slept through almost the whole night; it’s almost 4 pm and I’m still pretty awake despite it being 1am in California.
This morning my coworker (I think it makes sense to call her that even though I haven’t started work although she may actually technically be my boss??) helped me to get a SIM card for my phone and then I walked around the nearby mall and market. I stopped to sit and people watch and got a tea that did not taste at all like I thought it would. I kinda felt overwhelmed by the food so I ended up getting Mcdonalds which I really do feel a little guilty about ( I’ve been told that Malaysia has such good food!).
I think I need to remind myself that one reason I’m here is to
learn about both myself and other cultures but that doesn’t mean that I have to learn everything right away. I have plenty of time to let things sink in. I also need to “get comfortable with feeling uncomfortable.” Because that will make everything much easier.
**photos to come