Maybe I was just really tired or something but I was really worn down and my attitude was not the best. I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed to begin with. Then getting into the shower only to realize as I turn the nob, there is no water. For the 2nd time in 3 days…
Now I realize what the thought process is at this point…”You’re in Africa” and my response is “Yes, I know” But that doesn’t make it any better at 715 in the morning and all you want sometimes is a shower and coffee…
Call me picky or high maintenance, for the most part it’s never a big deal. But today was different, like I said I woke up on the wrong side of the bed…
So after an afternoon of rest and journaling and a little bit of crying to relieve all the stuff in my head, I feel better…I also identified the many catalysts that all added up to today’s mini meltdown…part of it had to do with missing home and my life there, as well as the inconveniences that living in Africa can present, among other things but… Ill save that for my journal…
The point of this post? I couldn’t really tell you, other than maybe show the other side that once in a while shows up
On the bright side we went to dinner at Geoffrey's house. He works at Oasis of Hope, as the co-director along with Lydia. It was awesome. His wife,Olivia, made an amazing dinner of chicken curry and chipati. Not to mention avacado ice cream for desert...That'll be a good head start to tomorrow...
This picture describes me perfectly today...this is for Allison, for multiple reasons...
