When you're falling...
As I sit here typing this, a number of rubber trees are being carried (rather unceremoniously) past my desk. Seeing as the people carrying them are short, all i see is the tree-tops bouncing by.
Every once in awhile I'll wake up and hear the monkeys in the trees and think to myself "I really hope they don't climb into my bedroom" and "why on earth do they have to make such a racket at 5AM?" Sometimes my life here feels surreal. I mean, I have swam in shark and crocodile infested waters. I have seen baboons, giraffes and elephants (among other animals.). I have been in the places that most westerners only see on those World Vision commercials, and I have adapted -- or at least done my best to adapt -- to a culture that was, four months ago, completely foriegn to me. I know the difference between the Zulu and Xhosa culture. And now, for me, this is normal. Every morning for the last three months I have woken up and cursed the Haw-De-Daws (the real name being the Ibis) for being so freaking LOUD in the morning. It's strange to think how normal everything has become for me.
I imagine Canada will take some getting used to.
I still can't wait to come home, though. Next thursday can't come fast enough for me. Because there is always soemthing drawing me back to where i belong: to my home.
And so.
Anyhow. I started reading The Shining yesterday. Scary. I debated putting it in the freezer at 11. Didn't, but debated it. We'll see how this goes.
I've got a 'homegroup' tonight. I really don't want to go. Maybe i won't: i don't know.
So yes.
eight days!
As I sit here typing this, a number of rubber trees are being carried (rather unceremoniously) past my desk. Seeing as the people carrying them are short, all i see is the tree-tops bouncing by.
Every once in awhile I'll wake up and hear the monkeys in the trees and think to myself "I really hope they don't climb into my bedroom" and "why on earth do they have to make such a racket at 5AM?" Sometimes my life here feels surreal. I mean, I have swam in shark and crocodile infested waters. I have seen baboons, giraffes and elephants (among other animals.). I have been in the places that most westerners only see on those World Vision commercials, and I have adapted -- or at least done my best to adapt -- to a culture that was, four months ago, completely foriegn to me. I know the difference between the Zulu and Xhosa culture. And now, for me, this is normal. Every morning for the last three months I have woken up and cursed the Haw-De-Daws (the real name being the Ibis) for being so freaking LOUD in the morning. It's strange to think how normal everything has become for me.
I imagine Canada will take some getting used to.
I still can't wait to come home, though. Next thursday can't come fast enough for me. Because there is always soemthing drawing me back to where i belong: to my home.
And so.
Anyhow. I started reading The Shining yesterday. Scary. I debated putting it in the freezer at 11. Didn't, but debated it. We'll see how this goes.
I've got a 'homegroup' tonight. I really don't want to go. Maybe i won't: i don't know.
So yes.
eight days!
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