None of my friends are in my Lunar Studies class. They all grew up here and had to take it in high school. There is a cute guy named Kjetil (I think that’s how you spell it…he’s from Norway,) who flirts with me all the time. I know I said I was going to avoid any romantic entanglements during my year here, but I don’t think there’s any harm in going on a date or two. Besides, the distance from Norway to Los Angeles is only 2% the distance from Earth to Luna, and we’ll both be going home after this year.
The biggest culture shock so far has been how diverse the population is up here. I always thought Los Angeles was a huge melting pot, but it’s nothing compared to the lunar citizenry. Back home, everyone I know (with the exception of Sonya’s Greek grandmother) speaks Spanish, English, or both. Up here there are so many languages, I can’t identify half of them. The weirdest part is, many people will switch to Spanish as soon as they see me, before I ever speak. It’s eerie… I know I look Hispanic, but so do millions of other Americans whose Mexican heritage is several generations back. Maybe it’s something in my body language? Or the way I dress… I’ll have to ask my friends when we go shopping in Asharqiyah this weekend.
To answer Mom’s worries: Yes, I have enough water to shower and brush my teeth. I’m in the city where there is a highly efficient water recycling system. The toilets take some getting used to, but I’m practicing good hygiene and wearing clean underwear so you can stop asking.
To answer Dad’s question: Color me a coward, but although I’ve had three opportunities to go out on the regolith, I have not yet done it. I promise I will before I come home, and I will bring you each a moon rock.
To answer Aunt Peggy’s concerns: No, I’m not seasick from the low gravity. Null-g was a bear, but one-sixth Earth gravity is FUN! And radiation is not a problem. Or, rather, it is a well-known issue and every city, structure, and mode of transportation compensates for it.
Love to you all!