So, in the first--and maybe not even the first--of many cultural faux pas moves by moi, here we go:
I (unknowingly) wore an Indian nightdress to the Institute.
It was the afternoon after I'd been home sick sleeping one morning, and I found a cotton dress in one of the dressers in our apartment and wore it because I had nothing else to wear. Turns out I was wearing Indian women's pajamas.
Moves like that = Story of my life.
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Peace, Cori