Day 46. There’s no place like home.
With everyday that goes by in Kenya, I feel more and more comfortable. I feel that I am in a cross between college and at home.
When I’m home watching ESPN eating breakfast, I am just waiting for Max to walk through the door, or Eva running up the stairs, or Dave, Bob, Christian, Eric, and all the rest of those hooligans. But then part of me says to myself, to just call Jason to come over, or call my mom or dad, but none of that is possible being halfway around the world.
It doesn’t make me sad, but it makes me realize how much my friends and my family mean to me. I make friends here, and I am close with the students because in all honesty they are probably closer to my age than anyone here.
The good from this is that I feel at home, and I am very comfortable on campus here.
We had pizza at Ms. Waru’s house with her two children Alex and Michael. Zach and I probably ate eight slices of pizza each, and it was so great! At one point I almost thought I was home, and I got a feeling of jumping in my car, and driving back to 20 Shinnecock.