I realize that three posts in one day is a bit excessive, especially considering it’s been weeks since I last wrote, but WordPress has this great feature that I just discovered. It tells you how people find your blog. It even tells you the words they type into google to find your blog or to stumble across it, probably.
Here’s a favorite. Tongue zits. Thank you, whoever that was. I can only pray this person happened upon my blog by accident using that search, because, really? Tongue zits? I will take black hairy tongue any day. But it made me laugh, and it made me think of all of you and how much I miss you.
I woke up recently and thought, “What? I’m still here?”. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be here anymore because I still wake up every other day and think, “Yes! I’m here”. It was more about just wishing that I was home with all of you. To be able to go out for Dairy Queen blizzards (you know who you are) or to play on a play ground or to just know what is going on in the lives of those closest to my heart.
I know most of my stories are silly, which is largely because I prefer to laugh, so that’s what I share. But I want you all to know how well I am doing here. These stories are only indicative of a wonderfully beautiful life here. If you’re not already, you should be jealous. Read between the lines and you’ll see bright saris and naked babies and men urinating at and between every street corner. Not all the best images, but so normal here. Everyday is an adventure, every moment worth capturing, except maybe the frequent and apparently uncontrollable urge to urinate.
I would take pictures constantly if I wasn’t trying to avoid creating even more barriers with the people around me. Everywhere you look, everywhere, is something worth remembering. I don’t think that’s just true about living here, though.
Certainly, it’s the newness that makes me keep my eyes open, but it doesn’t make the familiar any less wondrous. That is why I am so thankful to be here. To be plopped down in this foreign land with my eyes wide open, trying to catch every detail. I go into my day expecting to be astounded; although, my heart doesn’t twist in my chest as often as it used to. I have to keep reminding myself to open my eyes and see what I’m looking at.
Anyway, this started out as a way to tell you all how much I miss you. I hope you know it’s true.