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.