Myself tonight
Just started the semester last week. It was waking up from a fairy tale, getting off that plane all the way from Kenya and see that everything was grey in NY and I was alone... again. I am reliving Kenya through typing up the journal I hand-wrote there. Listening to Chopin, craving for tea and just writing... living, missing something that does not really belong to me or was even used to... I guess Kenya felt somewhat like Ecuador, actual home... lands of contrast... the beautiful mixed with the disastrous, hunger+green green landscapes, green as the color of love and smiles that reminded me that there is an actual reason for hope