The Pieces of Life

My head's full of craziness.

Africa. Oh Africa. There are so many aspects to consider when you're moving. From medication to an extra pair of earphones (although I'm POSITIVE I could find earphones there. I mean, come on. They have teenagers) to whether they'll have contact lense solution? Feminine hygiene products? eep!

Preping for a trip like this makes you realize everything you use in a day. Pillow, pillow case. Sheet. Alarm clock, cell phone, medication, glass o' water. Face cloth, comb, water spray bottle, toilet paper... and that's the first 90 seconds I'm awake.

I took a 40 minute shower last night, hot and toasty, just because I could. Now I'm eating all the italian food I can get my hands on. My dad made lasagna, homemade pasta and everything, so cheesy, so RICH, with spinach. Though I'm sure the food there will be fine! I'll love it! (gulp.)

I finished reading A Long Way Gone. My manager lent me/gave me/passed on to me this book. BRUTAL. And then just when you think it's finally over, and you can go back to thinking everything's gonna be ok, the conflict starts up agaIN and you're like NOOOO! (Although the dude does a good job at inserting stories and little phrases here and there that let you know everything's gonna be ok (he's alive, isn't he?) which is the only part that doesn't make it totally heartbreaking.)

Just to give you an idea of how charming and sweet this guy is (he was born in 1980, a year younger than me!) - when the war finally touched his village, he was out of town with a couple friends, heading to a talent show where he and his boys were to perform a hip hop act to OPP. He describes learning to do the running man. The details make the book riveting.

Really really well written, but not an easy read.
And now is when I take a moment to thank Life that I was born in Canada... AWESOME.

One thing's for sure, I'm staying away from the brown brown.