(Note: forgive the poor formatting. I'm new to this.)
So, good things happen here. It’s totally true they do. (I think I’m supposed to be writing about them, and I will.) But stretches of boredom happen too, and this happens to be one of them.
Okay, so maybe this just isn’t one of those days where I’m productive at work. In time, I’m sure I’ll have tons to do and look back on these days with envy. Collinsworth affirmed that I can handle adversity at work – I did in fact work for Save Darfur, STAND, and JP. But - even if useless and infuriated, I was at least active then. After a week of latency, I am getting pretty restless. This is the point in the car ride where I start singing really loud and squirming upside down in my seat.
The thing is, there would be a natural solution to workday boredom if I were most any other place. Just go do something. Right! It hurts, it’s so logical! I’m in a totally new country and there is so much I haven’t seen or photographed and I love to explore towns on my own.
Ah... right…. that’s exactly what I can’t do here.
For safety reasons and because there is no map of
Sure, I’ve been spoiled: I’ve lived on one of the most beautiful campuses and I’ve traveled in the most beautiful city possible. I like Paris and Chapel Hill and Carrboro and the pedestrian lifestyle. I was very very used to going out on my own and very very happy to do it.
Too happy?
Could that mean… I’m just not a developing world kinda girl?
1 comment:
The first week in any developing country is that way. I think. It gets better, usually, when you run into a cultural kaboom. Duck and cover, lover.
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