What About Everything

What about aeroplanes? And what about ships that drank the sea? What about... What about the moon and stars? What about soldier battle scars And all the anger that they eat? What about... What about aliens? What about you and me and... What about gold beneath the sea? What about... What about when buildings fall? What about that midnight phone call... The one that wakes you from your peace? Well, I am not, I am not, I am not in need - Carbon Leaf "What About Everything"

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

What are the odds, that I have missed your smile

I've been back in Colorado for about a week now, and it finally hit me that I am actually home from what I was referring to as "Dunia's Big Adventure" in my head. Shit.

After everything that happened, after all the bad stuff that occurred - I really really miss being in Kenya. I've been searching my brain, trying to figure out exactly why, what I miss so much. The food? Not a chance. The transportation? Ha. No. Work? Yeah, in a way I really do miss it. But most of all its the people. And I loved the people I worked with, they inspired me and challenged me and some of my clients even pissed me off. But mostly, I miss my fellow trainees. The people that knew what I was going through, that faced mostly the same challenges. When I vented my frustrations at them they wouldn't be like "oh yeah I understand..." but they would counter with their OWN stories. Stories that I could commiserate with, as well as stories that made me laugh (ESPECIALLY if they came from Florent).

I love all of my fellow interns in Kenya - the YES house plus Pascale. Even with all the bickering and the competitions over who could talk louder (you two know who you are). It was like being around family, I was completely comfortable and I don't know how to properly thank each and every one of you for being in my life. But I think without one individual in particular I wouldn't have been able to come out of the experience nearly as emotionally and physically healthy as I am right now. I don't do regrets, but if this person hadn't been there for me - sharing his mother, giving me his shoulder to cry on, taking complete care of me when I needed, even sharing his room - I don't think I would have been able to appreciate the great things that happened in Kenya. Because of him, I can take the bad with the good and look back on the experience in a positive light. And the relationship that was created out of all of that is one that I will never stop being...well...grateful for. I really don't know if I can put into words how much he means to me.

Sean - this ones for you.

2 Comments:

At June 25, 2008 5:28 AM , Blogger jaber said...

And we miss you too! What i mis the most? is what we could have more fun and not so fun stuff we could have done if you had still been here...

 
At July 7, 2008 9:34 PM , Blogger Sean said...

no problem! it was nothing. it really was!

 

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