So Far, So Good

It's been a while since I've posted anything, and, even though I don't have a ton of new stuff to say, I figured I should put up a new entry. I like it, it helps me to sort things out.
As you may have guessed, everything's going well. My classmates are helpful and friendly, even if it is a little hard to make conversation. I want to make friends, and meet people, and do things, but sometimes I can't help feel that school is a bit of a waste of time. I get up early, I go to school. I sit in class. If it's English class, I'm usually asked to explain concepts in English, if it's any other class, I just sit. I have a notebook that I bring to school with me so I can at least get some planning done for my novel, but there's really only so much planning one can do. I was sick all last week and couldn't go to school, which was annoying since I feel like I missed out on a lot of opportunities to deepen some of the friendships I've made. But, it's still good.
On weekdays I get up at 6:30 am. At least, I try to. It usually ends up being closer to 6:45-7 am. I get ready and head out by no later than 7:30 am to get to class by 8. I usually bike if I can, so it takes about a half hour to get to my school. I live in Sari, which is technically a part of Dabas, but it's a bit out of the way. It's more residential than Dabas, with even less to do, which, if you've seen Dabas, you'd know that this is a feat and a half. I usually have  five 45 minute classes a day. Tuesdays I have six, but that's only because I have homeroom last block. I'm usually home by 2 o'clock either way, which is nice. Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays I have handball practice. Most of the time I'm in bed by eleven, especially after practice.
Even with all of this on my mind, I still have time to be homesick, it seems. I don't mean crying at night, wanting to go home, moody, passive-aggressive homesick. I really don't think I'm the type, or at least, I hope I'm not. Sometimes, I just forget that I'm here for a whole year, you know? I'll be sitting there and I'll think of something that I would tell my mom normally, or my best friend, Courtney, and then I'll realise that I can't really just tell them when I get home, or when I see them next. That won't be for another ten months or so. It's hard when with everyone here, from the kids at school, to my host mom (anya in Hungarian, whom I love), there's a language barrier. I can't just go home and tell anya about my day, or something funny that happened. The hand gestures alone would tire me out, not to mention half the words I want to use never seem to be in the dictionary.
It doesn't help that I keep having dreams about my family. They always seem to be me, back in Canada on a day trip (which my brain rationalizes somehow). They usually involve dogs, except for the last one which involved me running through a crowded, underground station of some sort, wearing socks. Because I was wearing socks, I could slide across the floor. It was kind of fun, actually. They always involve my parents, though.
I'm starting Hungarian lessons, though, which is good. Erzsi, Felipe's current host mom and my future host mom, will be teaching the both of us. I have books and everything. I'm excited, but also nervous. From what I can tell from the taster I got at the language camp, learning Hungarian is no picnic. I just want to know it, you know? Can I please skip all the gross learning and skip straight to speaking? Fluently? There's a part of me that wishes I'd gone to France instead, or, better yet, England. Not a big part, not like god-what-have-I-done-why-did-I-do-this part of me, just a little part.
I think, more than anything, I'm just bored. I'm not experiencing these amazing new things all the time, not anymore, and I'm also not fitting in completely. I don't have close friends that I talk to on a regular basis, except Felipe and Detty I guess. Everyone's really nice, but I was never particularly good at making friends in English, and now I'm expected to do it in another language.
But, like I said, so far, so good. I'm happy, I'm safe, and I'm getting used to how things work here, I think. The food still comes as a bit of a shock sometimes. I eat a lot more meat than I'm used to, and dairy, and potatoes, and pasta, and bread. Today I actually ate breaded, fried cheese. Once you get over the ick factor, it's pretty tasty. I just wouldn't eat too much of it. There isn't usually a lot of fruit in the house, which led to me asking anya if she could buy apples. I asked as nicely as I could, but alas, that's another thing that's hard to convey across language barriers. At least now I have fruit to munch on whenever I want. I think that was part of why I was sick at first, the lack of fruit and veggies, combined with the increase in dairy, which I'm already not supposed to be eating.
Anyways, I'll post some pictures of the town and my house when I have them. It's been a bit of a whirlwind but it's starting to settle down so I'll have a chance to take some. It might even be tomorrow, if you're lucky.
TTYL
Moira