My brother left a comment asking me what's been the best and worst things one month in to my year here. The answers are both immediately clear.
The best thing is the friends I've made so far - I'm nicely ensconced in a great group of friendly, intelligent and funny people.
The worst thing is that I haven't managed to find a place of my own yet. I had this problem when I went to Bangladesh; moving from a hotel, to the staff house, where I stayed for a month before I was able to get down to Chittagong and move into my house. It will have been two months (at least) before I get to move into somewhere and until then, the backpack isn't emptied. *sigh* At least I've managed to hang up some clothes (and even iron them!!)