Home Again?

Trip Start Oct 01, 2008
Trip End Dec 01, 2008

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Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Don and I are getting settled in back home, and trying to avoid culture shock.  I had a near mental breakdown yesterday at the position of the sun around 2:30pm, and started crying because it was too low in the sky and basically looked like it was setting.  Because it was setting.  It was dark by 4:30pm.  At which point I went to sleep and Don had to drag me out of bed around 7pm to go get chicken wings at BW3s.

All in all, its been both very nice and very confusing to be back in the States.  It was wonderful to finally get home a little after midnight on Tuesday morning.  I still haven't gotten over how unbelievably large, soft, and comfortable our bed is, and I really didn't think the Kenyan beds were that bad.  Every time I crawl in our bed, though, it feels indecently luxurious.  There are also innumerable advantages to having a bathroom that is connected to the rest of your space, although the fact that we actually live in an entire house and not just one room seems indecent.  As I was falling asleep Tuesday morning, I looked up at our room (it has a huge 15 foot ceiling) and was momentarily terrified of the amount of space.

Sandwiches are really lovely, and I enjoyed Jimmy John's for lunch yesterday and may do so again today.  The weather has been a bit of a shock, and I think my sinuses are really pissed off at me.  Don and I may be headed for the separate bedroom route this winter, not because of any disagreements, but because I might hole myself up in the small downstairs bedroom with my 5 humidifiers while he sleeps upstairs with the windows open - each in our own approximation of Paradise.

We have already begun work on this side of the pond to get Joyce to the United States for surgeries, but things are looking to be even more complicated and difficult than we expected.  Why is it never easy to help people?  The only consolation I have so far is the conviction that we can do nothing less than put forth our greatest effort to get Joyce here.  No one seems to have confidence in the Kenyan hospital systems skills in pediatric cardiac surgery, and there are doubts as to whether she would survive a surgery at her age and size.  With this task to focus on, it is feeling more and more difficult to think about things like getting a job, unraveling the incredible mess of my student loans, finding health insurance, etc.

Don begins his travels to various residency interviews this weekend, and we are looking forward to driving up to Angola and seeing his family.  Perhaps the Christmas spirit will begin to take hold then (I suppose I could also push it along by putting away all of our luggage and getting out the Christmas decorations), and dispel the sense of confusion, disorientation, and general malaise that has taken hold in me since leaving Kenya.
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lhprentice on

Whining is allowed and very socially acceptable, even for a woman of your age. I do it all the time.


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