Monday, April 9, 2012

Surreal Thoughts

Just the other day I was sitting cross-legged in the dirt (I always feel grimy saying dirt instead of soil, but it seems like a more appropriate noun to play in) filling tree sacks with my work partner when my ipod committed to serenading me with homesick music. I found a surreal experience and wanted nothing more than to be in connection with my real home. The rowdy kids, cooking women, and work within my own fingers faded into the background. I was alone for those few minutes with a stream of emotions and old memories. Life is crazy beautiful and sometimes the reminders come in strange forms. Im in this different world, I swear it. I think there is still more good than bad, more happy than longing tears, and even more laughter than cursing. I still think if I were to be honest with myself, I could admit to the missery lying between the triangle of heat, humiliation, and petty annoyances, but in the end I do love my life. I live in Africa. I am exactly where I want to be, more and more everyday.