I have seen pictures of the red earth but now I get to walk it.
I will see anthills taller than my head. And hear birds whose names I do not know.
I’ve heard the names of family and loved ones but now I get to hug them!
It’s almost too good to be true.
I will see the hospital where I was born and the city that held us until our departure.
I will walk with my mom through her school yard.
I will see the trees that look like someone has sat on them.
I will see a new set of stars. I will see a different set of skies.
I will be surrounded by a language my tongue did not learn.
I will walk.
I will see The Smoke That Thunders. I will feel it on my face and feel the freshness on my skin.
I wil be surrounded by family. I will be loved. I will be home.
I’ve been up to a lot these past few weeks. Mostly the weekends. Last weekend was family weekend. My parents and brother came to town and we met up with sister-in-law and niece. I had the brilliant plan of visiting Salt Spring Island. None of us had been so we piled in the car and missed the 11AM sailing by 6 cars (boo!). We got on the next ferry and it was raining a bit when we left but when we arrived on the tiny island it was all sunny skies.
It was an amazing day trip and we all had a great time. I’ve been really wanting plants lately and I managed to score a basil and pepper plant on the side of the road. I actually can’t tell which one is which… they look pretty similar and neither of them smell like basil… so who knows, they may be the same plant. I also got some sprouted peanuts from the huge market. So I planted some!!! I’m so excited for them to poke through the dirt. I check them every day after work! Ha!
My buddy I’m dog sitting
Anyway, instead of perfecting this post and having it sit in drafts for forever I’m just going to share it with ya now.
I think she’d let me… maybe I’ll do it the night before she leaves. Cause it’ll look AWESOME!!! And because I want to be the one doing her hair. She’s done my hair for years. She’s taken good care of it and now that I’m all grown up and taking care of my own hair I want to do her hair for once. She’s my favourite. I can’t wait to see her!!!
I’ma laugh it off. It’s different for everyone. I changed my profile pic to one from this summer of my dad and I at the lake. My cousin’s comment was “wow…..” and then “where is your long hair?”
My LONG hair?! My hair has never been loooong. It’s always been shoulder length and thin and fragile. I live in Canada. My cousin lives in Zambia. I have never met him but by the good graces of the internet and social media, we have the ability to chat and such. I know I’m interpreting that comment in a way that I feel slighted, that may not have been his intention. The girls he’s surrounded with and meet may wear their hair differently. I responded with “Hah! I liked my dad’s haircut so much I decided to get the same ;)”
Update Sept 28, 2012: Looking back at this… I can understand my insecurities. But also looking forward I can see it was a simple question from someone who has only seen me through photos. He didn’t ask: “what happened to your hair?” yknow? I think it’s important that I keep in mind that it’s not me vs the world. It’s not my hair vs everyone else and their opinions and views. I make up part of this world. I live here alongside everyone else doing my thing and getting. No use getting caught up and overanalyzing the slightest comment yknow? Laugh, smile, hug, be grateful. Don’t worry 😉