Missing Michigan - Day 8
i felt better today. i had gotten over my sadness, and i was determined to have a conversation with michigan today. director williams was visiting the site at cct to give remarks and boost morale, so to speak. that was cool. lunch was awesome, of course. first time i saw raw veggies. more language. a teaching training intro. then to morogoro for the market, etc. i was determined to buy a phone. salma (swahili teacher) fortunately helped me out with payment and buying since the bank was closed and since i couldn’t speak kiswahili.
took a daladala for the first time. sat in the aisle at first, i guess, but shared a seat with charlie murphy/jumapili who was on the dala as well. stephanie and steve got a ride on it, too. just a very crowded, private, dirty, gaseous vw style van.
got home tonite and the power was out. baba has a peptic ulcer and was sick tonite, so the mood was a bit odd in the house. he tried to eat with me but went back in his room, sick. no power, no baba, i just ate, showered, and came into my room to try and use my phone.
i have already had some hard ups and downs. mostly downs, a few ups, and a lot of simply pressing on. right now, i feel like we can do it. other times, i feel i need to come back home. two years seems so long. day by day, just taking it a day at a time, helps.
been listening to paul simon a lot. fitting.
i need to surrender to the idea that my english with begin to sink as i learn swahili. all in. no regrets. ahhhhhhhhh
it’s hard to have a moment of silence or quiet. always something going on outside my window or whatever. i’d like to write more. just feel too busy and everything so new.
i wonder how happy my family and other tanzanians are. why do they live this way? why is it not easier to bring them out of poverty?
