birthday

Im now 24. I have only had a few ideas of where I would be at age 24, none of which included basically camping in Uganda building a boat without electric tools. Never thought I would be popular walking through a village. Or that I would be sitting on the shores of lake Victoria dreaming about a cheeseburger from any fastfood joint. How have I come to rely on the kinds of things I have always thought less of people for relying on? I want to walk down the street without being yelled mzungu at. I want hummus, sushi, Guinness, Hershey, and a steak. I have always wanted to travel, but honestly Africa wasn’t on the top of the list. Im so getting a cheeseburger when I get off the plane. I want a hot shower every day.

My birthday was last week. Actually, it wasn’t bad. Even tho the Ugandans don’t really celebrate birthdays. They wanted to give me an extra helping of posho and a spanking and toss water on me while I slept. None of which I opted for experiencing. In holding with more American traditions, I didn’t have to work at all. Bryce missed most of it, being in kampala and all, but he did bring back flowers and a little chocolate cake. It melted by the time it reached me, but chocolate still tastes like chocolate. And the best part was hearing from my family all within 24 hours of each other.

The rest of the week kinda sucked. No internet at all. frustrating work as usual. By the time Sunday came around, I was crawling emotionally. But the good news is that kampala has internet. I opened up my email and found dozens of birthday emails and a whole facebook page of happy birthday wishes. So awesome to receive that. Thankyou all for that.

also, i dont come back to the states till at least mid-september.