So I did it.

So.  I did it.  I left this wonderful country of ours….  and I loved it.  The freedom of electronics, (I didn’t take anything with me) the freedom from America.  I have SO much to write about, and even more work to catch up on.

We went to a squatter community.  I honestly thought I had seen poor.  As a matter of fact, a week and a half ago, I thought I had been poor.  I thought that my house meant I was the lowest of the low, and I spent the majority of my elementary days feeling sorry for myself.  I thought that I had it rough, because we had to go to a store and ask for a loaf of bread.  I thought I had it rough, because neighbors were buying us clothes.

I thought I had it rough.  Quite honestly, I am a humongous ass.  I was feeling sorry for myself.  Even when we got there, I felt like a jerk.  I was walking around, looking at people, feeling like I was relating to them.  I went there thinking, “I understand what they are going through, so this will be good for me”  I have never been more wrong.

These kids were so happy with what they had.  When I was their age, I was crying because I wasn’t wearing name brands.  I don’t know what else to say but, geez.  My eyes are wide open, and I have a feeling I may not have even seen the worst of it.  I really feel like there is something more that I haven’t seen.  Something more that I can do.  Something more that needs to be done.

My fiance writes a lot about injustice, and I don’t think I ever really got it.  I still don’t think I fully do.  I think I need to pray a little more before writing more.  But there is more to come.

And some time soon, I am going to attempt to show my sense of humor.  I really really am.  I am a funny person, I promise.

More to come and hopefully it may have more final thoughts than just blabbering.  and maybe more of a story.