We've been here for one year and a couple months and inevitably the black cloud of culture shock rears it's ugly head. It's the strangest thing that this phenomenon really does come and go in waves. We have friends leaving post soon and that is always hard but you know it's coming because our time here is so fleeting, although it doesn't make it easier. Who are you going to go to sushi with? Coffee? The fabric market? Dinner dates? We thrive off making and keeping a routine here, that's one way we overcome culture shock and when your routine gets thrown off course things become difficult again. Everything is annoying. You miss America. You want clean streets and pretty grass. You stop seeing what is beautiful here and only look back at what you had. I find myself longing for our pretty house in Florida, with the pretty yard, and the predictability. I envy all my friends who have their homes and can make plans while we float around in this nomadic lifestyle. I found this on pinterest and it brought things back into perspective for me.
It's time to pull myself up out of this funk and realize that even though a lot as changed for us here in Africa it doesn't mean we don't have everything we need right here and right now. Life will constantly change and throw you curve balls even when you halfway expect them but that means you just have to do a little adjusting and keep smiling. Things are not perfect but they never were and I cherish my crazy gypsy lifestyle even if it makes me want to go mad somedays. xo.