Having a Moment

This is no joke…

I am having a serious moment…

I’ve been sitting in my bunk for about an hour, and packed about 3 things.

I just hate packing.

Sure, I am getting better but I still despise putting my life into a bag that rides on my back.

I want to eat something. Problem is that when you are in a hostel in Nairobi with no grocery stores around, you don’t have snack food. I’ve eaten a pack of fruit snacks and a packet of sour patch kids. Both of which as in my ‘Ration from home package’. I have a mango here but I know I am going to wish I had it tomorrow when I sit on a 12 hour bus to Uganda.

These are the moments. The moments that cause me to have moments. Moments where I want home. Where I want a fridge and a pantry. Like right now, I could really go for a night snack of fruit loops with ice cold milk. And not just milk, but American skim milk. And I would like to have that bowl accompanied by a couch, preferably like my parents, giant and cozy.

But then I have a revelation. Okay, maybe not. Maybe more like a realization. I am on the World Race. I chose to be here, in a place that the minute the sun hits me I feel like my skin is on fire, even if I am not yet burning. I remember that I chose to have my means of transportation as my feet. I remember that I gave up the fulfillment of food, even though I so desperately miss some of it.