New Life

I've been here for over a month, and it's been great. It feels like a whole new life. Starting over to a great extent in many ways, yet bringing so much self to my new life that it's still me... which isn't fantastic news, but it is barely newsworthy. Every day here is like a movie and the genre would be comedy/trajedy. Somethings I see are so crazy they seem fake, or fiction. And some things I see are hilarious. When I first arrived, I slepted in boxers on top of the covers every night with no shirt, and I sweated profusly even though we had a fan. Now I sleep under the covers because I get a bit cold. The human bodies adaptability is quite profound. I had a head cold for about 4 weeks, I thought it would never go away, because I thought it may be related to pollution in the air, dust, and tropical plantiness. But it's gone. The human bodies resiliancy is fantastic. Of course I can't yet speak the language so you feel like a little child dependent on parents for survival, and of course the currency is different, so you have to up your math skills. The cars are right hand drives and you drive on the right side of the road in Burundi, and there are no traffic rules, so it's always crazy fun behind the wheel. Food can tend to be the same thing as it would in my old life, yet very very different in texture and flavor. There's enough new to really lend itself to a new life. And there's enough me, to make it still a bit of a bummer. Too much self in every life. There's also enough bandwith in my life, that ties between both lives are maintained... still starring me in both lives. So I don't know really what I'm talking about at this point... it's more of a feeling that I have.