One thing that took a minute to adjust to here is how flat and grey most buildings are. The first time we drove through the city to our hotel I started getting really nervous by how depressing everything looked. However, after you live here you realize that the infrastructure is made to withstand typhoon season, not to look pretty. That doesn't mean it's not beautiful here. It just means it's not superficially beautiful in the way I'm used to back in the US. Its beauty is in the bright turquoise blue of the sea and the flashes of orange, red and yellow you see darting under the surface. It's in the brilliance of the sky, which is the most amazing I've ever seen. The sunsets? Unbelievable. It's in the care people take for their homes and gardens, which are usually lush and full of a dizzying array of flowers and plants. And once I started noticing all the colors I stopped seeing the grey.
I am feeling a lot better since my, "Dear God, it's me, Lady. Am I an asshole?" post. I think have a plan and I'm excited again!