is two weeks too early to say i’m in love?
week two of ministry. being a teacher to 26 five year olds. running around on a sand field playing soccer. walking through the streets saying hi. responding to “mozungu” left & right like it’s my name (because it kinda is). staying up late to play games in the yard. pouring gallons of water on each other. inside jokes. the neighbor babies. our insane roommate, dennis who we call jimmy. making my first authentic zambian meal: soya, rep, & nshima. [a serious step up from the ramen, bread and fanta i’ve consumed in mass amounts the past week.] living in zambia is different than what i imagined. the dirt roads are beautiful. the open fields of weeds are breathtaking. the mud huts are inspiring. living here is the best time of my life. i want to make it my forever home.
everyday is something new. a new person. a new food. a new feeling. a new reason to fall in love.
time doesn’t really exist here. well, it exists, but people don’t care much about it. people are always late, everything starts late, and everything ends late. MY. KINDA. PLACE. hehehe. i hand wash my clothes & hang them on a clothesline. but it’s rainy season here, & there’s a daily shower. i.e. we pray that by the time we wash our clothes & hang them on the line, the clouds haven’t turned on us. there’s no air conditioning and it’s 90 degrees everyday. i have to go to town & pay for wifi when i want it. & it’s never reliable. my legs are covered in mosquito bites.
i adore my life and i wouldn’t change a thing.
