Exhaustion…
Today marks two full weeks of being in Uzbekistan and one week in our own apartment. Now that the newness of everything is starting to wear off a kind of mental exhaustion has set in. My first week of trainings for the school psychologists and Ministry of Education officials went extremely well. All of the material I presented was well received and after the first day they asked me to include more hands-on exercises. I led trainings from 9am-1pm each day and then spent the evenings reworking material and finding more exercises for the next week. I think my poor translator is on the verge of a breakdown over how many documents I have sent him this week to translate with only a day turn around time. Luckily, the deputy minister has agreed to hire a second translator to help. The bad part is that good translators are hard to find here.
Aside from working very long days, I’m also listening to everything I say being translated to Uzbek and then their replies getting translated back to English for me.
On top of the work aspect, I’m also building a mental map of Tashkent, trying to figure out how to navigate an unfamiliar city that is laid out in circles rather than on a grid system. I really appreciate the grid system.

Even simple things like going to the grocery store, requires what seems like an enormous amount of mental energy. For example, my son and i were in the market and saw Lay’s potato chips. Yeah! A bag of nice familiar chips sounds really comforting, but what are these flavors? Shashlik flavor? That’s Uzbek for shish-kebob. I’m gonna have to take a hard pass on that one. We settled on onion (without the sour cream), based on the picture on the bag.
Don’t even ask me about cooking here. I’ve mostly failed at that so far. I tried to make a simple alfredo sauce for pasta but sadly bought keifer instead of milk at the store because, you know, I can’t read Russian. I don’t even know what keifer is and why anyone would want to buy it but it is NOT good for alfredo sauce.
On a bright note, I did manage to bake passable chocolate chunk cookies yesterday. Chocolate chips don’t exist here so we bought a milk chocolate bard and chopped it up. I have yet to find brown sugar her so i had to use all white sugar. The butter here has a little different flavor and the only vanilla I saw at the store was little packets of powdered vanilla. That definitely tasted different than my liquid Mexican vanilla at home. Oh, and I have nothing accurate with which to measure ingredients. I’m a pretty experienced baker so i could eyeball most ingredients. I used a coffee cup and odd sized soup spoon to guestimate everything. The cookies actually turned out to be quite good, even though they were thing and a bit crispy rather than cake like.
Still, I’m calling this a success. My husband visits in a week and he will be bringing me a set of measuring cups and spoons from my mom so I will certainly do better with the next batch.
These first two weeks has given me a whole new appreciation for what immigrants go through in adjusting to a new home and unfamiliar culture. And I’m very privileged. Right now is a great time to be an American in Uzbekistan. I have been welcomed with open arms. Uzbeks are excited to test out their English with me and even strangers are eager to help me figure out things like how to put the produce codes into the scale and print the price sticker out. I also have a generous grant and a working ATM card that allows me to access funds from my bank in the United States and I have staff at the US Embassy who have given me their personal cell phone numbers and told me to call anytime if I need something. I have a fantastic support system here and I’m still exhausted, every, single, day.
I know this will get better and in a month or so I hope to be more energetic and independent. I’m sure I will feel right at home just about the time I head back home.
Oh and I apologize for any typos in this blog post. I’m just too tired to care enough to proofread tonight.
Until next time…
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