Struggling to find the perfect combination of open-window cold and overly-toasty warmth in my apartment.
Adding pins to the map of Minsk hanging in my bedroom to remind me of places I've visited.
Thrilling to discover a dude selling keychain flashlights in the Instytut Kuĺtury metro station, knowing that I can now climb the four flights of stairs to my flat in something other than total darkness.
Weaving my way into a spot at the long table outside the market near my apartment, sipping an espresso with cognac and wishing I'd remembered to bring a plastic bag for my groceries.
Searching for a 20,000 Belarusian Ruble note to share my (admittedly modest) appreciation for the young woman belting out a romantic song in a cold underpass.
Thanking the good lord that the underground mall includes a guy who sells (and installs) zipper handles.
Getting used to the fact that the check-out lady at my local market will fish through my wallet in search of smaller bills when I try to pay with a 100,000 Ruble note.
Feeling guilty that I bought a pipe and some cherry tobacco - but really enjoying the warmth they provide while I walk the snowy boulevard home.
Wondering when I will accept the kind invitation of the office manager to make me some tea or coffee while taking a break from class.
Asking the heavens above who on earth thought it'd be a good idea to swirl Mayonnaise all over my otherwise hot and tasty pizza.