World Apart

This is a bad time to be writing. I am feeling lost, depressed. It's like being lovesick. You know there is a world out there, a world worth knowing, full of opportunities. But you just do not see the value of that world, why it would be worthwhile to go out. You do not feel like doing anything. You are not interested in going out and having fun. All you want is to dream of before, look at pictures, perhaps lie in bed. Having left Kenya is like being lovesick.

That being said, there are nice things here. I had to get used to the greetings again. It was a strange sensation, like being a stranger in your own land, but I likes it. Everyone kissing thrice on the cheeks. No more giving your head. No more showing respect to anyone remotely older. I missed that. I had to get used to seeing people kissing in public again at all. And it was great wearing high heels again... Definitely in my top ten things I've missed. Plus talking to my sis.

Regardless, it's just no fun here. I spent an afternoon being thrilled in Kajiado by having cold (!!!) milk and chocolate. There are a zillion types of chocolate here, but who cares? Not me. Lost some sparkle.

Anyway, the journey is over. For good or for bad, I am back in Holland again. We will see what life brings me here.