I’ve actually been feeling the urge to blog a lot more since I got back to Mombasa. It’s tricky, though, because I’ve reached that point where life here no longer feels worthy of talking about. Instead it just feels like life. Consequently, I feel like every blog is going to sound the same: Things are good. Really busy but I’m enjoying my work. Life’s moving along.
And that’s pretty much it. Things are pretty good. I think I’ve settled in. I finally got some pictures up on my wall, which always gives me a stronger sense of calm than I expect it to. On the job I feel like I’m wearing so many different hats I haven’t quite figured out how to keep it all straight, but I’m getting there slowly and chipping away at some long-term tasks that are beginning to look more manageable. I’m appreciating the chance to use all the skills I’ve gained over the last few years.
Personally, I’m finding time to relax, exercise and get into a book or two as well as getting to know some awesome volunteers. So it’s good. My life is generally enjoyable, sometimes frustrating, mostly fulfilling and relatively balanced. I don’t think you can ask for much more (though I’d take an oven).