I've been back in Sofia for about 24 hours. So far so good.

My fights were pretty uneventful. That's just the way I like it.

I started and finished reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Divergent-Book-1-Veronica-Roth/dp/0062024035/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1346237902&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=divergetn" target="_blank">Divergent</a> on the plane and then I started <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Insurgent-Divergent-Book-Veronica-Roth/dp/0062024043/ref=pd_sim_b_1" target="_blank">Insurgent</a>.Yep. There's nothing like some dystopian teen literature to pass the time. That or talking to a missionary with five kids and a husband on your flight from Paris to Sofia.

This conversation started with her saying to me: oh you read English. She's clearly been looking over my shoulder at my kindle and I am inordinately glad that I am not reading something smutty like <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fifty-Shades-Grey-Book-Trilogy/dp/0345803485" target="_blank">50 Shade of Grey</a> which just for the record I have no plans to ever read. Me: I'm American. Her: <em>Oh</em>. The flight ends with me turning down a book that she's just happened to finish reading about modern religion. She thinks I might like it because I teach literature. I think I wont like it and so I try to turn it down as politely as possible. The whole thing makes me feel badly and I spent a bunch time at baggage claim waiting for my suitcase and wondering if I should have just taken the book.

Then I paid a little too much for a taxi ride home but I was too tired to complain. When the taxi driver asked for a tip, I just rolled my eyes and rolled my suitcases inside. <!--more-->

I took a shower, changed my clothes and looked in my fridge. Just as I suspected. No food. Well aside from mustard, 9 or 10 green olives floating around in a jar and a bottle of white wine.

So I find my cloth grocery bags and head to Billa. This is when I realize that the road which cuts behind Billa is closed because the city is building a new bit of road to connect the Mladost 3 metro to the main road--Malinov. Ug this definitely doubles if not triples the length of my walk to Billa. At Billa I realize that I am both tired and that I don't have any change to use to "check-out" a shopping cart. I wonder if any of the coins I have in my purse will work. Answer: no. So I go for the basics: milk, yogurt, peppers, zucchini, tomatoes, a can of tuna fish and a bottle of sparking water.

At home I realize that I have no idea what to make with any of these things. (Just for the record, even today, I am not sure what I was thinking.)

So rather than eating, I decide that I should lie down on my couch and read a magazine that I bought in Seattle. That lasted about 30 seconds because about this point, I realized that the magazine was actually to heavy to hold and I'd rather close my eyes.

Hello, four-hour nap.

I woke up and it was dark. I brushed my teeth, drank a glass of water and put on my pjs. I tossed and turned and at 10pm a car alarm started going off. I tweeted about it. Then I read in bed and the car alarm kept going off. For anyone who's interested, it went off for at least 2.5 hours. About this point, I was convinced that I was never going to go back to sleep. I also began to wonder if I should google: how long does it take for a car alarm to drain a car battery? But somehow, against all odds I feel asleep.

This morning I rolled over and realized that it was 8am. Not bad. I got up and made some coffee. Well, I wanted to make some coffee. I filled up the pot with water and ground coffee and I turned it on. The only thing is, it turns out you also have to have your coffee pot plugged in to successfully make coffee. I wont tell you how long it took me to realize that I didn't have the coffee pot plugged in.

I thought about going back to bed at this point. But I didn't.

Instead, I set about the task of unpacking (and watching some back episodes of the Daily Show). All I have to say about this is, it never ceases to amaze me how long it actually takes to unpack a single suitcase and a large rolling carry-on. I'm all but done now which is a good thing because I am beginning to start daydreaming of a nap. I know that I shouldn't nap as it's almost 5pm so I guess I'll message some friends and see what they are up to tonight.

Oh and  realized that today marks the beginning of year five in Bulgaria. Yep. Somehow I'm still here after moving to Sofia <em>four</em> years ago.