Oh, how I wish I could go with him just for this one time.... but I can't.
I miss Africa and I tend to miss it almost with resentment every time I see pictures of it or just hear people talking about the continent.
It's my continent. It's my home. I would have never said that a few years ago.
I hated it, I hated everything about living there for the longest times.
Because I was alone in a world where I felt misplaced, that's only because I hated God for putting me there so I backed away and made myself isolated.
That's a story for another time though...
Now I want with all my heart and soul to have another chance.
I was so stagnate when I lived there that I never got to breathe or take anything in.
I was just too ashamed to even try to open my heart up, because I had had it torn apart.
Now I miss it. I miss it so much.
Someday though, I will go back, hopefully in a more permanent position than just a trip.
Anyways,
In other news.
I'm not perfect and I can be a complete hypocrite sometimes. The sad thing is that I don't even realize it sometimes.
I could go on about this, but that seems a tad pity partyish, doesn't it?
Ahhhh...
I'm going to go drink something healthy and read some more.
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