Exhausting - the one word that sums up installation. I tried to take solace in the fact that I didn’t need to buy everything right away, but I can’t say that alleviated all of the stress. Between the endless shopping and courtesy visits to the police, immigration, and every other official person in Mahajanga, I was exhausted and very disoriented. And before I knew it the Peace Corps car was packed and driving away at 6am. I was so tired I didn’t even know what to think. I crawled back into bed and when I woke up I thought - now what! Peace Corps was really gone, and I was standing in my new house (not quite yet a home) all alone. I felt vastly unprepared for life on my own. Thankfully, the PCVs who were still in Mahajanga checked in on me for the first few days. They showed me around, brought me to useful places, took me to restaurants, taught me the bus system, and made the transition to life in Mahajanga much easier. That first week I just kept telling myself that hopefully, someday soon this would feel like home, and one month later it is starting to - slowly, but surely.