well... i think i'm going to try blogging again. i read this awesome book this past semester that encouraged me to write. i'm not a great writer. but maybe if i practice i'll get better... and as i've spent some time in reflection these past few days i realize that there are so many people who i love so much and want to keep in my life, but who live so far from me. distance and busy schedules keep us from seeing each other and talking on the phone or emailing. a friend recently expressed how he has resolved to be close only to the people in his daily life. although simple and likely more peaceful, that's impossible for me. i am a connected person. i'd be really lonely. so forgive me for my absence from this space. it may have been a bit selfish. or maybe i'm being selfish now by trying to hang on to you. ah, but i can't spend time analyzing what's right in this situation. i'll write and you read and respond if you want. or don't. and i may not even write much. this can be a non-committal relationship. ;)
i'm home in Georgia for the holidays now. right now i'm sitting at my dad's house in an empty living room (actually there are two dogs sleeping on the chair beside me) working on a project for school. i had to make a power point introduction for an online class. it required me to look through pictures and pick some out that communicates who i am. it took me about 5 hours in total, with my ancient and almost full computer freezing up and shutting down and the nostalgia of looking through years of photos of Kenya, camp, family, and friends. there are a lot of things i really really REALLY miss. i go through each day alternately loving my life and worrying that i've made a huge mistake by leaving Kenya. some days i think i could stay in Missoula forever. some days i want to get back to Kenya as soon as possible.
in my counseling class this past semester we learned about acculturation. acculturation is the process of giving up ones own cultural values for those of the dominant culture. there's a category called "marginal" in which a person doesn't really feel connected to their culture of origin, but neither do they entirely connect with the dominant culture.
in August i moved from Nairobi (after my second 2ish year stint there) to Missoula, Montana. i spent 4 days at home unpacking, repacking, and hugging my mom and dad. a few days after i got to Missoula i started classes at the University. life's been a whirlwind. some of it healthy and good. some of it unhealthy, yet somehow, still a little good. i've been home again, now, in Rome for about two weeks.
i feel marginal.
i miss Missoula. i miss Nairobi. i miss the way things used to be here at home.
in Missoula i still feel like a freshman. i don't fit in here in Rome very well anymore; i'm one of two single people with no children in the whole damn county.
but at the same time i do fit in. i fit in my weird family because none of us fit in. i am blessed to know some of the most incredible people here in Rome who make me feel comfortable and 'normal.' these relationships are life-giving.
it is good. i am grateful for this full life. at home this short season i have been able to spend time on the river with my brother; dance, hike, and play music with my best friends; see my little baby niece growing inside her lovely mama's belly; have important conversations with my mother; laugh with my sisters; and very soon i will witness "grace upon grace," as some of my dearest friends bring another beautiful baby girl into this world. (come on out here Annie! we're waiting for you!)
here are some things i've been thinking about lately. things i'd like to see again soon. i miss...
this place, these boys, and the freedom i feel when i put on a wig or costume. yep, that's me, wearing an afro and blue shorts pulled up real high. brittany is a princess. they're saying we're cougars.
these kids and mt kenya
my pups. i can't even describe how much i miss LuLu. but i sure don't miss buying dog food.
Ethiopian food
these friends and this place:
these boys. i actually miss how weird they are and how they always say inappropriate things to me:
i really miss..
... having tan skin.
... the equatorial sun. oh yeah, and that warm weather.
... how Kenya takes the whole month of December off
... watching TV shows all day with Kim
... camping in December
... Christmas with the Conways
... working really hard and getting only a few things done... wait, i don't really miss that.
... Nairobi traffic. oh wait, no, i don't miss that either.
things i'm looking forward to...
baking pie with this lady in this little kitchen:
more of this:
and when the snow melts, running here:
and when i'm not in school or baking or studying or running or skiing, hanging out with this guy:
and soaking in the hot springs here:
and drinking beer here:
and learning 'how to save the world' and how to have fun with these women:
hopefully i'll write some more soon...