I must be chris kirpatricks doppelganger. or maybe as much as i might have tried to mask my not so secret layers of my soul that are deeply ingrained with the music of (well, i would say "my youth" but a. i am hopefully still considered young and b. i havent really stopped listening to said music...) i was on the myspace page of Arrah and the Ferns, a genuinely beautiful band, and to my untimely dismay, they have disintegrated into separate musical ventures aka why is there nothing stable in the world these days?? the only thing a man can really count on these days is his dog. and i dont even have a dog.
anyways, i digress. so i was thinking, fine, if i cant have anymore of arrah and the ferns, what can i find to be their doppelganger? (yes, that is the word of the day and YES i will use it as frequently as i can find the space for)
so, where was this story going?? oh yeah, i typed in the moffats into Pandora to try and get some inspiration and you know the first song that came up was... God must have spent a little more time. on you. By everyone’s favorite soul band, nsync. Yes, nsync was a large part of my life growing up... where would i have been without stealing justin Timberlake’s trash can, laughing until (someone) peed their pants, and then contemplating selling it on ebay? where would i have been without the thrill of running into britney spears in a hallmark store, and then making up dances in my room to her not yet as sexually charged harmonies?
i dont know. Probably a more cultured person.
i just returned from a vacation to Namibia which seemed to last a lifetime... but was incredible. An hour before we were supposed to leave I lost my wallet, Lindsey wasnt sure she was even booked because her credit card information didnt go through, Madeline found out a water pipe had burst in her house, and they wouldnt break in to fix it, and Rebecca was going to get charged 1,000 rand for not having a border pass. So we figured the worst had been over with by the time we even left lesotho.
Top Ten Things to Quicken the Heart in Namibia
10) Dead vlei... aka microsoft's screensaver of joy right beofre your eyes. an incredible pan the size of four football fields that still houses the skeletans of 900 year old trees. its ghostly and incredible.
9) having your life be an african sunset.
8) having running water and electricity AT YOUR CAMPSITE. are they kidding?? 99% of the campsites we stayed at were nicer than my house in Thaba Tseka. It was the best camping of my life. the kind with outdoor showers where you expect a butler to show up to ask if your shampoo is lathery enough for you. (it was)
7) climbing up a sand dune the size of a Pyramid to watch the sunrise... and rolling down a dune at sunset. getting sand where one should never get wassabi
6) sandboarding down a dune, and subsequently watching the video where they show lindsey falling down with teh computer added words WIPEOUT!!!!!!! on replay
5) watching two adult male lions fighting over the remains of a blue wildebeast... the accompanying sound effects (aka knawing on bone) were enough to make me give up blue wildebeast forever. luckily, not a huge part of my diet.
4) brushing your teeth, and then deciding to walk down the the watering hole to see if there are any animals who share your passion for late night water drinking and find 45 elephants quenching their thirst 20 feet away
3) almost being eaten alive by a jackal because Madeline decided to leave biscuits at the foot of our tent. Death wish, party of two.
2) eerie limeade colored reeds from the top of a rock formation and thinking that you are on a different planet
1) Don’t feed the honey badgers, please.
We survive bee stings and all. And we don’t dive, we cannonball.
all in all it was incredible and i am still kind of in shock about how extremely blessed i am to be able to experience SO MUCH in such a short amount of time. i am terrified for school to start again, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because while the past few months have been great, i have done jack shit work wise. i need to just throw myself into it, instead of finding countless other distractions, like i have been doing for the past six months.
ok, peace for now.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
HAS ANYONE SEEN AN ADULT CAT
Ten Reasons Why I love Rebecca and Madeline
10) Rebecca screams out BABY FISH MOUTH seconds before those words are uttered in the eternal soul fest movie "when harry met sally"
9) madeline plays at least 2 hours of Snake on her nokia a day. theres nothing like being woken up to the f'ing DING of a cell phone every time she gets to a new level
8) there was a PARADE outside of our window this morning, complete with tubas (ok, so mad and bec had nothing to do with this... but they were there, and enjoyed it just as much as i did)
7) rebecca's mom sent her a limerick to send to me... and i shall publish it here
There once was Rebecca's ma
Who read Victoria's blo(g)She thought them very clever
But knew she'd match them never
So will hang up her limerick pen forever.
classic. thank you momosauraus reilly.
i dont know, whatever. they are spectacular human beings... but here are 5 reasons why I hate them today.
5) they are Ladybrand TEASES
4) they are trying to have an ice cream sunday party tonight without sprinkles. that hurts my soul.
ok, so i only have two reasons. but they are valid with a capitol amas amat amor.
and then Namibia with five of my favorite people to wake up before effing dawn, NOT having champagne interludes, and watching sunrises and sunsets and listening to rebecca say Windhoek until i pee my pants. (or my sleeping bag)
so much life to live.
10) Rebecca screams out BABY FISH MOUTH seconds before those words are uttered in the eternal soul fest movie "when harry met sally"
9) madeline plays at least 2 hours of Snake on her nokia a day. theres nothing like being woken up to the f'ing DING of a cell phone every time she gets to a new level
8) there was a PARADE outside of our window this morning, complete with tubas (ok, so mad and bec had nothing to do with this... but they were there, and enjoyed it just as much as i did)
7) rebecca's mom sent her a limerick to send to me... and i shall publish it here
There once was Rebecca's ma
Who read Victoria's blo(g)She thought them very clever
But knew she'd match them never
So will hang up her limerick pen forever.
classic. thank you momosauraus reilly.
i dont know, whatever. they are spectacular human beings... but here are 5 reasons why I hate them today.
5) they are Ladybrand TEASES
4) they are trying to have an ice cream sunday party tonight without sprinkles. that hurts my soul.
ok, so i only have two reasons. but they are valid with a capitol amas amat amor.
and then Namibia with five of my favorite people to wake up before effing dawn, NOT having champagne interludes, and watching sunrises and sunsets and listening to rebecca say Windhoek until i pee my pants. (or my sleeping bag)
so much life to live.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
BECK RULZZZ
So, no loose glitter, eh? Might as well take away our souls.
Burning Man, South Africa. Mad scientists (pun intended...) Mad, and Rebecca will ingeniously develop a way to pack glitter so intensely on our bodies that there is no way a fleck of colored matter will fall from our bodies.
We will be glitter moguls.
So much room for love in my life right now (is that a john denver song...) but the past week has been borderline magical. Instead of sitting at school all day wondering why the heck i am here, i worked with my favorite student on some exams taht he had to finish before discovering that, interestingly enough, he cannot read or write. So we are working on that. He is the Rhett Butler of 5th grade. He has a steed.
Ten Things That Quicken My Heart About My New House
10) its purple. not previously painted purple, but passionatly painted purple, which is just as good.
9) my new little brother. swoon. he makes a lot of awkward sighs. but i have been making him crossword puzzles and me, becca, and nao will sit and do crossword puzzles before counting our gray hairs and brushing our dentures. (no offense, crotchety old people of the world)
8) there is a massive baobab tree on my wall. well, maybe not as baobabbish as beautifully and wonderfully green and fruitful. and on my wall.
7) i have woken up every morning to two of my favorite things in the entire world a) rebecca reilly... and b) my pregnancy pillow aptly named Bryan Adams.
*sidenote about bryan adams. When he is wrapped around your body you feel safe. Warm. Loved.
(same with rebecca)
6) There are no Potato Chip Crises. I am the master of the spud. I have made the most delicious french fries/potato chips with velvetta cheese and a healthy dose of sodium.
5) PEOPLE ACTUALLY COME VISIT ME. At my house. I am no longer isolated from the world. One of my teachers came over for dinner the other night, and then my brothers came in and then i realized that i had the potential from dying of a swollen heart of joy.
4) I have been introduced to the magical world of Veronica Mars. Aka approximatly four hours of mystery, mayhem, and wonderment. If you are unfamiliar, it was a show on UPN about three years ago, probably sandwitched in between Moesha and reruns of Saved By the Bell: College Years. But its a good time had by all.
3) Being the Lucky Pierre in the middle of a Rebecca/Madeline sandwich
2) my new sofa that broke three seconds after sitting upon it. It took them more time to fix the sofa than it took them to make it... but its worth it.
1) umm... my family will be sitting in it. soon.
More to come later...
Burning Man, South Africa. Mad scientists (pun intended...) Mad, and Rebecca will ingeniously develop a way to pack glitter so intensely on our bodies that there is no way a fleck of colored matter will fall from our bodies.
We will be glitter moguls.
So much room for love in my life right now (is that a john denver song...) but the past week has been borderline magical. Instead of sitting at school all day wondering why the heck i am here, i worked with my favorite student on some exams taht he had to finish before discovering that, interestingly enough, he cannot read or write. So we are working on that. He is the Rhett Butler of 5th grade. He has a steed.
Ten Things That Quicken My Heart About My New House
10) its purple. not previously painted purple, but passionatly painted purple, which is just as good.
9) my new little brother. swoon. he makes a lot of awkward sighs. but i have been making him crossword puzzles and me, becca, and nao will sit and do crossword puzzles before counting our gray hairs and brushing our dentures. (no offense, crotchety old people of the world)
8) there is a massive baobab tree on my wall. well, maybe not as baobabbish as beautifully and wonderfully green and fruitful. and on my wall.
7) i have woken up every morning to two of my favorite things in the entire world a) rebecca reilly... and b) my pregnancy pillow aptly named Bryan Adams.
*sidenote about bryan adams. When he is wrapped around your body you feel safe. Warm. Loved.
(same with rebecca)
6) There are no Potato Chip Crises. I am the master of the spud. I have made the most delicious french fries/potato chips with velvetta cheese and a healthy dose of sodium.
5) PEOPLE ACTUALLY COME VISIT ME. At my house. I am no longer isolated from the world. One of my teachers came over for dinner the other night, and then my brothers came in and then i realized that i had the potential from dying of a swollen heart of joy.
4) I have been introduced to the magical world of Veronica Mars. Aka approximatly four hours of mystery, mayhem, and wonderment. If you are unfamiliar, it was a show on UPN about three years ago, probably sandwitched in between Moesha and reruns of Saved By the Bell: College Years. But its a good time had by all.
3) Being the Lucky Pierre in the middle of a Rebecca/Madeline sandwich
2) my new sofa that broke three seconds after sitting upon it. It took them more time to fix the sofa than it took them to make it... but its worth it.
1) umm... my family will be sitting in it. soon.
More to come later...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I'm made of atoms... your made of atoms. We're all in this together.
Yeah, i have a lot of freetime on the computer tonight... so i decided to break up my posts. I used to end stories with "and then i started bawling..." Which, while it was rarely ever true that my tear ducts were aware of this situation, it was exaclty how i felt at the time. I rarely ever produced the tears that I alluded to in my stories, but the emotions were there. Now... every story I tell really does end in "and then i started bawling." And its usually the truth. Its like, immediatly upon entering Lesotho my saline count increased, and I am doing my body a favor by setting the little droppers free. So I consider crying my secondary project, because crying is not really culturally appropriate or socially accepted here. So, yes I am doing my part to inform the people of Lesotho that it is okay to cry. I will keep you updated on my tales of triumph on the matter. Its just that every experience here is amplified by 1,000 because we have to deal with things almost entirely on our own. With the whole housing situation that I am going through now, its not as if I could walk next door to Walker's and explain the situation to whatever yahoo i recognized who would sympathize with me over a cup of coffee. I had to sit in the Chiefs house for an hour and a half while they spoke in a mile-a-minute Sesotho about the situation to which i had no idea what was going on. I never really realized how isolated i was until that moment. I am usually amazing at zoning out and just ignoring the situation but i genuinly wanted to know what was going on, and didnt get an explanation until hours later. The good news is that I am getting a ride up with the Country Director tomorow to check out my new house. I REALLY hope it works out. Cross your appendages for me.
Ten Things To Quicken the Heart... other than caffine.
10) Previously painted purple pancakes...perfected.
9) Estrogen
8) Slow rolling tears
7) Unexpected selfless beanie warmth
6) letters from Gramps
5) the fact that Rebecca and I can now communicate via walkie talkie
4) promises of a baobab tree
3) hopeforasolidwinter
2) Screaming at the top of my lungs into a pillow
1) Spontaneous compustion of laughter at the sight of a particular picture.
love you all.
Ten Things To Quicken the Heart... other than caffine.
10) Previously painted purple pancakes...perfected.
9) Estrogen
8) Slow rolling tears
7) Unexpected selfless beanie warmth
6) letters from Gramps
5) the fact that Rebecca and I can now communicate via walkie talkie
4) promises of a baobab tree
3) hopeforasolidwinter
2) Screaming at the top of my lungs into a pillow
1) Spontaneous compustion of laughter at the sight of a particular picture.
love you all.
Zut Alors! Someone has sat on my bagel!
If you want i'll send you a postcard... to let you know im here. I 'll be sure to fill it with imagery, and i'll be sure to be sincere.
You know, I was a little apprehensive about starting this whole bloggerific idae because a) it ranks up there with carrying around a mini-mirror in terms of vanity and b) i get no love on this thing. It feels like I am expressing myself into the abyss of cold-hearted technology and it would be nice to get a little e-hug.
So, new conditions with the blog. If you read this bad-boy you MUST under ALL conditions leave me
a) a limerick
b) ten things to quicken the heart
or...
c) it must spur you on to write me an actual letter.
So, even if you are a creepo who is reading this, and I have no clue who you are, you must follow those rules. Because they rule.
So, I am in Maseru again, so quickly after my last visit because I had a meeting in town about this group called Literacy in Lesotho, which basically wants to get books in the hands of kids under the age of three. Its an interesting organization and the meeting really showed the differences in the American culture, who typically hold the belief that any meeting can be conducted within two hours, with concrete results. Well, welcome to Lesotho. Different expectations, different realities. It made it perfectly clear why I am signed on for two years, instead of a quickie, come let me start something and leave. (which is not what this lady is doing... but just for examples sake.) While yes, I am frustrated at my job, yes I dont really feel like I am accomplishing anything, and no I dont really have a focus right now, its nice to have the time to get adjusted. Because if there is one thing I have realized is that it takes me a LONG TIME to get adjusted to new situations... aka college, camp... etc. Well, not Space Camp. I loved Space Camp.
Anyways. Its been a long week. Well... what day is it? Its been a long two weeks. Last week when I got home and got a text message from my principal saying that my family had doubled my rent, and that i should go look at my new house. So I said, ok sure, what more could really change, I will just roll with this one. So some little boy walks me to my new house, which is across the street, and is approximatly half the size, with no real windows for light (when you dont have electricity, windows are a hot commodity), and the door had a lovely view of a cement wall. But I was in no mood to complain, and usually when things are handed to me such as this they tend to work out regardless. So I went into town out of habitual avoidance, and ran into a Canadian volunteer who has been staying in town for the past four months. And he just happened to be leaving this coming Friday so my heart started palpatating (atrocious spelling... go figure) and I rushed over to the primary school where the m'e who owns the house teaches, and pleaded my case. Didn't really need much pleading because I had done a workshop about a month ago that she attended and left an "anonymous" note to us saying "oh, you all are such good girls. Such good girls, oh. Thank you." I was a little nervous because a while back I had a little situation at the bank where they tried to charge me 45 rand because their f'ing machine had eaten my card, and i got a little heated with the teller. After my rant, which was probably amplified by my emotionally explosive nature, I turned around and saw two of my teachers staring at me, and M'e Julia (my future "landlord") laughing. She told me that i was "so strong. wow. you were really strong back there. Man. Strong." So, yeah, i was a little worried that she didnt want a basket case whitey living in her rondavel, but luckily her judgement is a little blurry. So I was so excited about this move, because it opens doors for me to work at other schools, and at the hospital, to have cell phone service, to be able to walk to rebecca's just to say hey, sing her a song, and then go home... so many pro's that i forget the con's. But of course this is Lesotho and I am now officially an adult (when did that happen and can i make it stop) nothing is ever as easy as it seems. So I get the approval of my principal and Peace Corps, and then go to Katse for the weekend to visit Madeline at her new house. All in all, a blissful weekend with a bathtub and 6 episodes of Arrested Development, and lots of spontaneous compustion in the form of guffaws. When I get back home, Caswel (yes kay, your BFF) comes to my house and tells me that my family has been asking why I am crying, and why I am not paying the rent, and if I am going to sneak out without paying the rent, and why the little boy was hiding by the river to take away my things to town... etc. Random thought after random thought. So apparently no one had told my family that I was moving, let alone what the situation was. So, anxiety. Because I was told NOT to tell my family, that my principal would handle it, and that I should move my stuff out little by little as not to alarm my family. Which of course should have raised about 3,000 ruby flags but i was so excited about moving i didnt really think about it. And my family speaks about negative zero english, so i couldnt clarify anything. So i walk into town to talk to my supervisor and she is not there, so one of my teachers helps me, and tells me story after story about how i need to get out of my village immediatly, i need to move to town, ive done the whole "wash your clothes in the river, bucket on the head thing" and its time to move on.
I agree. Long story made really super long, i spent the day en route from principal to the Chief to home, to Becca's to the Chiefs, then back home and still nothing was really resolved. I dont know who to trust anymore because I know my family is amazing but I just cant communicate with them. So automatically I trust the people who speak english which isnt always my best bet.
Zut alors. Someone has sat on my bagel.
You know, I was a little apprehensive about starting this whole bloggerific idae because a) it ranks up there with carrying around a mini-mirror in terms of vanity and b) i get no love on this thing. It feels like I am expressing myself into the abyss of cold-hearted technology and it would be nice to get a little e-hug.
So, new conditions with the blog. If you read this bad-boy you MUST under ALL conditions leave me
a) a limerick
b) ten things to quicken the heart
or...
c) it must spur you on to write me an actual letter.
So, even if you are a creepo who is reading this, and I have no clue who you are, you must follow those rules. Because they rule.
So, I am in Maseru again, so quickly after my last visit because I had a meeting in town about this group called Literacy in Lesotho, which basically wants to get books in the hands of kids under the age of three. Its an interesting organization and the meeting really showed the differences in the American culture, who typically hold the belief that any meeting can be conducted within two hours, with concrete results. Well, welcome to Lesotho. Different expectations, different realities. It made it perfectly clear why I am signed on for two years, instead of a quickie, come let me start something and leave. (which is not what this lady is doing... but just for examples sake.) While yes, I am frustrated at my job, yes I dont really feel like I am accomplishing anything, and no I dont really have a focus right now, its nice to have the time to get adjusted. Because if there is one thing I have realized is that it takes me a LONG TIME to get adjusted to new situations... aka college, camp... etc. Well, not Space Camp. I loved Space Camp.
Anyways. Its been a long week. Well... what day is it? Its been a long two weeks. Last week when I got home and got a text message from my principal saying that my family had doubled my rent, and that i should go look at my new house. So I said, ok sure, what more could really change, I will just roll with this one. So some little boy walks me to my new house, which is across the street, and is approximatly half the size, with no real windows for light (when you dont have electricity, windows are a hot commodity), and the door had a lovely view of a cement wall. But I was in no mood to complain, and usually when things are handed to me such as this they tend to work out regardless. So I went into town out of habitual avoidance, and ran into a Canadian volunteer who has been staying in town for the past four months. And he just happened to be leaving this coming Friday so my heart started palpatating (atrocious spelling... go figure) and I rushed over to the primary school where the m'e who owns the house teaches, and pleaded my case. Didn't really need much pleading because I had done a workshop about a month ago that she attended and left an "anonymous" note to us saying "oh, you all are such good girls. Such good girls, oh. Thank you." I was a little nervous because a while back I had a little situation at the bank where they tried to charge me 45 rand because their f'ing machine had eaten my card, and i got a little heated with the teller. After my rant, which was probably amplified by my emotionally explosive nature, I turned around and saw two of my teachers staring at me, and M'e Julia (my future "landlord") laughing. She told me that i was "so strong. wow. you were really strong back there. Man. Strong." So, yeah, i was a little worried that she didnt want a basket case whitey living in her rondavel, but luckily her judgement is a little blurry. So I was so excited about this move, because it opens doors for me to work at other schools, and at the hospital, to have cell phone service, to be able to walk to rebecca's just to say hey, sing her a song, and then go home... so many pro's that i forget the con's. But of course this is Lesotho and I am now officially an adult (when did that happen and can i make it stop) nothing is ever as easy as it seems. So I get the approval of my principal and Peace Corps, and then go to Katse for the weekend to visit Madeline at her new house. All in all, a blissful weekend with a bathtub and 6 episodes of Arrested Development, and lots of spontaneous compustion in the form of guffaws. When I get back home, Caswel (yes kay, your BFF) comes to my house and tells me that my family has been asking why I am crying, and why I am not paying the rent, and if I am going to sneak out without paying the rent, and why the little boy was hiding by the river to take away my things to town... etc. Random thought after random thought. So apparently no one had told my family that I was moving, let alone what the situation was. So, anxiety. Because I was told NOT to tell my family, that my principal would handle it, and that I should move my stuff out little by little as not to alarm my family. Which of course should have raised about 3,000 ruby flags but i was so excited about moving i didnt really think about it. And my family speaks about negative zero english, so i couldnt clarify anything. So i walk into town to talk to my supervisor and she is not there, so one of my teachers helps me, and tells me story after story about how i need to get out of my village immediatly, i need to move to town, ive done the whole "wash your clothes in the river, bucket on the head thing" and its time to move on.
I agree. Long story made really super long, i spent the day en route from principal to the Chief to home, to Becca's to the Chiefs, then back home and still nothing was really resolved. I dont know who to trust anymore because I know my family is amazing but I just cant communicate with them. So automatically I trust the people who speak english which isnt always my best bet.
Zut alors. Someone has sat on my bagel.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Gogi Berries and Mini Skirts
Oh the land of uncertainty, with scattered puppies and rainbows.
this past week is a blur. an amazing, time warp, alternate reality blur in which i took approxamatly 13 baths, at at lord knows how many all you can eat buffets, took a safari tour that had a "champagne interlude," travelled to the end of the world, swam in the Indian Ocean (partially) clothes, rode on an AIRPLANE, ate ice cream, and was tormented by people who i love. i love kaitlyn and vito bagnato. all in all, it was a magical time warp away from reality. My last vacation I felt guilty about being back in humanity, being a glutton and living frivoulously. This vacation, i swam in frivolity and enjoyed it immensely. I had forgotten how normal it was to live... normally. After I left vito and kay at the airport, i went into Cape Town, bought a minidress i will probably never be able to wear in Lesotho, bought some oversize sunglasses, and walked around town feeling the air on my legs. It was nice to just fit in. Not to be singled out for being white, or being a female, and not getting any odd looks. People asked me for directions, complimented my dress, treated me like a normal human being who belongs in a civilized world. And i soaked it up. I miss cities. I miss the feel of them, the bustle, the activity, the possibility of meeting a new person on every street corner.
I wonder what i am doing here. My heart feels heavy because there has been a change in my existance. A change in who I thought I could trust and who I thought cared about me. And there is so much uncertainty. I want to live and breathe and work and find my balance. But its difficult. My family comes in a month and I cant wait to see them but i just know it will make me want to come home. I wish I could find my place here already.
There is so much to look forward to the next few moths that I know they are going to fly by. But I am ready for something constant. Something (or someone) I know I can rely on. If that is a possibility...
Ok, well. Kaitlyn and Vito: well done.
i had an amazing week.
Ten Things To Quicken the Heart
10) 5 cups of coffee from 5 different coffee shops in 3 hours in Cape Town
9) being asked if i worked at the Game Reserve
8) African tuxedo's (khaki on khaki... on khaki)
7)Uncertainty
6) Kaitlyn's affinity for my little sisters... and the random things she taught them
5) the sleeper bus from Cape Town to Bloemfontein
4) did i mention uncertainty?
3) my family comes in ONE MONTH
2) air, wind, water, and crossword puzzles
1) limericks
miss you all.
this past week is a blur. an amazing, time warp, alternate reality blur in which i took approxamatly 13 baths, at at lord knows how many all you can eat buffets, took a safari tour that had a "champagne interlude," travelled to the end of the world, swam in the Indian Ocean (partially) clothes, rode on an AIRPLANE, ate ice cream, and was tormented by people who i love. i love kaitlyn and vito bagnato. all in all, it was a magical time warp away from reality. My last vacation I felt guilty about being back in humanity, being a glutton and living frivoulously. This vacation, i swam in frivolity and enjoyed it immensely. I had forgotten how normal it was to live... normally. After I left vito and kay at the airport, i went into Cape Town, bought a minidress i will probably never be able to wear in Lesotho, bought some oversize sunglasses, and walked around town feeling the air on my legs. It was nice to just fit in. Not to be singled out for being white, or being a female, and not getting any odd looks. People asked me for directions, complimented my dress, treated me like a normal human being who belongs in a civilized world. And i soaked it up. I miss cities. I miss the feel of them, the bustle, the activity, the possibility of meeting a new person on every street corner.
I wonder what i am doing here. My heart feels heavy because there has been a change in my existance. A change in who I thought I could trust and who I thought cared about me. And there is so much uncertainty. I want to live and breathe and work and find my balance. But its difficult. My family comes in a month and I cant wait to see them but i just know it will make me want to come home. I wish I could find my place here already.
There is so much to look forward to the next few moths that I know they are going to fly by. But I am ready for something constant. Something (or someone) I know I can rely on. If that is a possibility...
Ok, well. Kaitlyn and Vito: well done.
i had an amazing week.
Ten Things To Quicken the Heart
10) 5 cups of coffee from 5 different coffee shops in 3 hours in Cape Town
9) being asked if i worked at the Game Reserve
8) African tuxedo's (khaki on khaki... on khaki)
7)Uncertainty
6) Kaitlyn's affinity for my little sisters... and the random things she taught them
5) the sleeper bus from Cape Town to Bloemfontein
4) did i mention uncertainty?
3) my family comes in ONE MONTH
2) air, wind, water, and crossword puzzles
1) limericks
miss you all.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Disco Naps are for sissies
Ten Things To Quicken The Hearts of Kaitlyn and Victoria
10) Paved roads
9) copulating penguins
8) Pocahontassing into a 40 foot waterfall next to an overzealous bald hotel manager named Quincent
7) beating the entire Bagnato clan + Andre 3000 mercilessly at darts
6) Kaitlyns horrible taste in boyfriends.
5) Savannah Lights at the highest bar in Africa
4) being told that "American girls love hot chocolate"
3) Having Vito try to straighen out our lives.
2) Being told that we have been in Africa too long.
1) SPOONING EACH OTHER.
I love the Bagnato's.
10) Paved roads
9) copulating penguins
8) Pocahontassing into a 40 foot waterfall next to an overzealous bald hotel manager named Quincent
7) beating the entire Bagnato clan + Andre 3000 mercilessly at darts
6) Kaitlyns horrible taste in boyfriends.
5) Savannah Lights at the highest bar in Africa
4) being told that "American girls love hot chocolate"
3) Having Vito try to straighen out our lives.
2) Being told that we have been in Africa too long.
1) SPOONING EACH OTHER.
I love the Bagnato's.
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