As a child I dreamed of living in a mud-hut in Africa. Nothing else would suit my fancy. Imagine my heart break when upon moving to Tanzania I was faced with living in a nice cement house, with a good roof and even ceiling boards. And that is only the beginning of the niceties surrounding my life here.
I had intended to "suffer for Christ" and yet I live in relative luxury...alas!
You can imagine my comfort upon finding this in my bedroom.
Not sure what inspired this guy to pop up, overnight, but I'm glad that it did. It is not a mud-hut, but at least it shows that there is some amount of dirt in my room!
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Showing posts with label my house. Show all posts
11.09.2015
7.14.2014
Top 5 (things I'm looking forward to)
A couple weeks ago I made a list of the top 5 things that I
am going to miss about being in the States. I think it is only fair if I now
list the top 5 things that I am looking forward to about being back in
Tanzania.
Once again, getting to see my friends and “family” in
Tanzania “goes without saying”.
5. Walking everywhere.
I live across the street from the office, and a 15 minute walk from the main market area of town. I can walk to get almost anything/everything that I need.
4. My house.
I only got to live there for 4 months before coming to the
States. I’m excited about getting back to my bed, my coffee maker, my pots and
pans…pretty much everything.
3. The market.
I am excited about getting to walk up to the market and get fresh produce. I love deciding what meal to make based on the most unique produce at the market on a given day. Oh, by unique I mean that there is a butternut squash, or pumpkin, maybe a particularly beautiful or large eggplant.
| Mama Happy's stand. |
2. Putting my training to use.
After studying in Dallas for a couple months, I am keyed up
and ready to put that training to use.
1. My normal.
The nice thing about being back in my house, walking around
Musoma, working at the office, and going to the market is that it is my
routine. That is my normal. I am about to get back to my normal.
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