The calm.

Life has been pretty good here in Ghana, so I haven’t had much to report. Spending time with my friends (playing a LOT of Yahtzee), working on my twi, and making a little tour now that my lovely friend Alana is here visiting – nothing too exciting or worth writing about, but amazing nonetheless.

Lots of pictures to come, if I ever find wifi, but not much in terms of written content.

In the meantime, I’ve been reading a lot of other blogs lately, and found this one to be relevant to my experience with travel. It does sound quite a bit more romantic and glamorous than I could claim for myself, but I am happy to have some confirmation that I’m not the only one who embarks on ridiculous adventures such as this, simply because to stay would be too repressive.

infinite satori

Press play first.

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As I am writing this bit I am twisted into my blanket on my bed, in my room, in our communal home, in San Diego, in California, in the United States, in North America, in planet Earth, in the solar system, in Milky Way Galaxy, floating along with other billions of galaxies, in a vast expanding universe, in infinity and all the things we will never know.

I currently have five blog posts waiting to be finished, this being one of them. I’ve written and re-written this in spurts, in different times, different days, different places. So I’m just going to let the rest spill and talk to you. Human to human.

I’ve honestly felt out of place this year. Ever since I stepped off the plane and back into familiarity, that’s what I’ve felt like. Kind of like a fish out of water. But then again…

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