Need For Speed
It was strange… but yesterday was the first time that I had a completly independent thought about home. Now, I’ve obviously thought about my family and friends when explaining my upbringing to senegalese and other students, but this was the first time that I thought, “I wonder whats going on right now on the farm.”
Other than that, I’ve been able to live here in the moment, in Senegal, in Dakar with both feet planted in the culture here. There have been a few times where I’ve had to email about ‘buisness,’ like getting a job next year at the hospital or how to return my keys to GC without getting a fine. Not bad I think. Other than that my communication is mostly one-way, via this blog. Thanks for reading it and supporting me.
Its getting humid here in the cyber and there are many pre-teen boys playing a silly RPG called ‘Tibia.’ It gets a little loud and obnoxious at times but since they speak mostly in wolof its easy to block it out. I get a little humor and satisfaction when fathers come in and pull their sons away from the computer by their arms. another popular computer game here is ‘need for speed III.’ It funny to remember playing that same exact game when I was 13… getting called to stop playing and eat dinner.