I'm Too Use to California

I never thought the ideals of a Californian would be too relaxed. I forgot the years of pestering my mother would do about what I was wearing, and how I dressed opposite of the weather. I always had this notion to know what I should wear and that I'd be comfortable in the weather no matter what. But coming to Bosnia, my family doesn't understand that I know weather. I know at least spring/summer/fall weather, and if it came to winter then I'd surely want to listen to everything they had to say.

When I first arrived at Sarajevo, I was given the opportunity to take a shower. It was 7pm local time but 8am in California (so do the math, my plane left at 2:50pm-> I traveled all day and all night, and I was delayed in two places because my first plane was late. We ran into extreme turbulence where even the airplane flight attendants felt the need to scurry back and buckle themselves up, because while they were passing out food the enter cart was jumping up and done. During this I was left to try to comfort the person next to me but I knew for a fact that she has probably been on as many flights as I had.) So when we arrived to Sarajevo I showered and then ate filled bell peppers.

The next day wound around, and we were off to go down the main part of Sarajevo, the Austrian, Turkish and more rustic part of town. But it was raining and after running a few errors, the window wipers seized to function anymore. Which is a problem when it is raining. So my uncle, Faruk, after attempting to fix it himself, drove to a local car repair shop. We waited, Selma, Mika Sophia and me in the car for about an hour and then decided to go walking back home. The rest of the day was filled with basically sleeping, eating and then going to a few more mall stores.

Next day, I woke up with my hair greasy. My hair tends to get like this because its thin and so I need to wash it at least every other day. I prefer everyday. I then proceeded to wake up with my grandma's face close to my nose, and being sweet and grandmotherly as possible, she completely woke me up. I then asked if I could wash my hair and this was said with a no because its cold outside, Ill get a cold, so I can't take a shower but later, much later you can. Me, being stubborn decided no I cannot wait because it kills me feeling my hair being a slim ball. I decided to put my head under the sink and lightly rinse it with water. Coming back down I was at first just acknowledged but half way through breakfast my grandmother noticed. And said she had to, she absolutely couldn't let me go outside for the absolute truth that I would get a cold. (Note: I do this all the time in California, even if its 30degrees F). I was then made to sit on this armchair in which then my grandmother proceeded to dry my hair with a very old hair dryer which cannot dry for the life of itself. It took 30minutes to dry my hair when it should have taken 5minutes. All while I am sulking but reminding myself I should act pleasant and be thankful. Finally my uncle came in the room and she stopped but as I began to get up she asked once more do I want her to dry my hair again, and I said no as quickly as possible and jumped out of the chair.

I'd really prefer to wash my hair whenever, but family knows best about my health. The worst thing is that I came into the country sick and while it was raining, which is the worst of luck I could have wound up with. Though I do appreciate the concern from family, it seems unsuitable to be so woundly concerned about my health when I have indeed survived past this part. I'm still alive aren't I? (For 17 and 2/3 years- to be exact)


P.S. Isn't it crazy that at a certain age we stop including the 1/2s 1/4s 3/4s to our age. Yes of course we were more excited when we were kids to reach the new number. I don't think we even realized what the number was suppose to represent, we just assumed it to be great because we got presents for it. It'd be nice to be as excited each year as we were when we were kids.