First Post

I’m relatively new the blogosphere. More accurately, i’m new to keeping an updated and relevant blog. I have had three blogs over the past 3 years, two of which are, or will be, currently active. The first blog was not well written and while it successfully accomplished its’ role to update my family of my activities while I was out of the country, I am uninspired by the writing and content.

The two active blogs serve two purposes. The elder of the two serves to discuss my daily life and activities. I have been writing that for almost two years; however, until three months ago, I published less than once a month. There is a link to that blog on this page, hosted by blogger. The new blog is this one. Because I found myself wanting to write more, reflect on ideas and situations, and, perhaps even write some of my crazy dreams for others to enjoy. It may end up as a bit of an eclectic gathering of words and entries, but hopefully readable still.

Yesterday morning i woke up completely confused. It was one of those mornings where I had to think about where I was located. It was not because I had been out drinking the night before nor have I been travelling recently, i just woke up confused. Then, I recognized the sheath of my mosquito net and remembered, i’m just home(ish).

Waking up confused, trying to remember where I was had been painfully common for nearly three months solid. Moving from one site to another for Peace Corps training will do that to a person. Oh the wonderful experience of eight weeks of Peace Corps training, not spending more than 3 weeks in any one place and sometimes as little as 4 days. I would wake up in the morning so entirely disoriented, it would take me sitting up and looking around to recall that I had indeed fallen asleep in this bed intentionally. I haven’t had that issue in a few weeks, but yesterday, to my delight, disorientation took over my groggy brain.

Once I recognized the soft haze of my room through the netting, I took a deep breath and thought ‘this is my life’. Soon i heard the familiar rooster outside my window and the neighborhood slowly coming to life. Waking up disoriented is not my favorite feeling. In fact, it is one of my least favorite feelings. It’s the way your heart tightens and your nerves crawl to the edge of your skin and anxiety runs through your body like blood. Even for just one second, it is awful for me. However, just as quickly as the anxiety comes on, it departs and i’m happy the morning has come so I can make coffee.

Oh coffee, what a delight you are. What profound happiness in a mug! Coffee is the reason that mornings are beautiful and conversations are possible.

more to come



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