Tomorrow is moving day
After living out of my pack for two and a half months, I’m looking forward to a little rest at home. Praise is knee-deep in 5-year-olds at school with a class of 30 kids who are preparing for kindergarten in her summer school class. I’m working on the house. It’s a nice Khmer neighborhood we’re in almost a mile away from the tourist section of town. I’ve been cleaning the place and setting up services all week. Last on my list of things I wanted to do before moving day: water delivery and buying bicycles. Water’s a must since the house water draws from a well: I need something to wash leafy vegetables, cook rice, and to drink. The well water’s good for everything else. And I’ve been scrubbing the walls and floors. Spiders, roaches, and other insects and their eggs and larvae everywhere. The last tenants were slobs. Landlord cleaned better than I had expected before giving me the keys, but the house needed a lot of work.
Neighbors cats consistently fight over sunning in our garden space.
The house is nicer than anything I’ve rented in the United States. Spacious, tall rooms, a great porch and garden.
