Traveler Log: Day 200

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Traveler Log: Being here, seems like a time wrap. “I have only been here six months” but in comparison to my time left, I only have a year and 9 months to go. Time is moving fast in a slow continuum. It doesn’t help that my friends keep leaving. My heart hurts, because another volunteer left. It seems selfish, but I can only think of how much I will miss him. The absence is felt in my small circle of friends. I find myself at odds with volunteers, weirder than most and uninterested in the activities they enjoy. This volunteer understood me and was a support in my small network. His absence will be missed. I can’t help feel resentment at the way he left as well. It wasn’t voluntarily. No matter, God moves in mysterious ways. Every setback is a setup for greatness. You just have to open yourself to it.

“Where is your yellow hair?” I repeatedly am asked. I took my braids out and I keep having to explain the braids weren’t my hair and my hair is too curly to leave out.    They are fascinated by my new hair style though. They are also amazed by me being able to stretch my hair to great lengths. #blackgirlprobs They say, “Nae, you cut your hair?” then I pull it and show them I didn’t, my hair is just really curly.  Maybe I’ll straighten it for them in November, as it’s supposed to be cold temperatures then. I need to see it to believe it. 12042238_1505613919760951_1896109892_n 12033856_1505613916427618_1461007336_n 11909756_1505613923094284_857161447_n
Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day. Or perhaps at night. I like the rain. It cools everything down and is good for the farmers. They miss the rain, the plants are super dry.   But in that same breath, rain causes flooding.

 See what I mean? Shockingly because the flooding was so severe, it became entertainment. My host brother dressed in a full raincoat suit to watch the current flow down the street. Some cars were stuck in the road. My roof started to leak. But, I slept like a baby.
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