Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

7.31.2006

It's the little things

That make me happy to be home...

1. Not only Elizabeth, but Cass & Kelli surprising me at the airport last night!
2. Running water that I can drink straight from the tap.
3. Internet access in my bedroom.
4. Talking with my parents and friends on a cell phone that I didn't have to prepay for...for as long as I wanted to.
5. Hot showers - guaranteed.
6. Coffee that is brewed.

And sad to be gone...

1. My apartment is packed full of crap I don't need. I got by on so little in Kenya.
2. I never knew what time it was, and I'm constantly aware of it's ticking now that I'm back.
3. The lack of easy access to internet or cell phones makes you insanely present.
4. Wearing no makeup and the same clothes made me feel so beautiful.
5. The food. I've got to learn how to make chipati.

Le sigh.

It feels good/weird/familiar/uncomfortable/different/soothing to be back in Kansas City.

After about 30 hours of flights, and a few interesting travel stories, I'm back at my lovely little apartment. So far, I've been using my day off from work to recoup and adjust before I resume American normalcy tomorrow.

I'm just a little worse for the wear, minus one suitcase (hopefully floating its way back to me from Brussels) and plus one little headcold that all the travelers had. All in all, I feel really lucky and blessed to have returned safe.

Thank you for your prayers, support and love. I could feel it stretched out across the ocean, and I took you all with me. It felt good to know that I have such a strong support system at home. After about 7 days, I missed you all so fiercely that it hurt.

I mean, although Kenya was great and beautiful and uplifting, it doesn't have sh*t on you guys :)

I'll post pictures in the next few days (trust me, I took PLENTY) and over time, we'll work through all that was Kenya on these pages.

I had a fantastic time, and now I'm happy as hell to be home. So happy, in fact, that I think I'll take another nap in this comfy bed of mine.

3 Comments:

At 7:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sweet dreams Ally and welcome home. I sure hope it was everything (AND MORE) you hoped for.

When I ask people about their trips, I always ask "what was the best part, or thing you'll most treasure". Something like that. But I always ask, "what was the worst part or the thing that you least liked?"

I find the answers to the second question are usually more interesting.

I'm glad you're home and I sense a new sensibility in you. One you'll no doubt carry with you for some time.

I just finished paying my bills. One of them was a gigantic Directv bill. I'm addicted to sports TV and have HD and all that. There are times when a good dose of the simple life would certainly do me good.

Can't wait to see your pictures.

B

 
At 7:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

OH yeah. One more thing.

Other than Deanna of course, the two things I miss most when I'm away from home, even when I'm staying at a posh hotel in LA or NYC are my bed and my shower.

So I can relate....

Boy can I relate.

B

 
At 10:38 AM, Blogger Ally said...

B -

Your 2 questions are much more eloquently worded. They might provide just the fodder I need to start the Kenya-tastic analysis later today.

Speaking of simplicity, I went to Whole Foods yesterday and managed to revert back to American excesses quite well.

The impulse was noble though - one big habit I'll be sticking to is eating even more natural and organic foods. Kenyans primarily eat what comes from nearby farms, meaning it's almost exclusively fresh, organic food.

They're a step up from us there, but they sorely lack clean air laws. I forgot to add to yesterday's post that I'm happy I don't need a bandana to cover my mouth when I drive here. Black smoke BILLOWS out of the trucks when they drive around. 2 weeks + open windows = gross.

Ever coughed and sneezed up black stuff? Blech.

 

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