I think I know my limits

So I have never really felt homesickness. I generally am happy with an situation I am in and whatever is handed to me I can cope with.

This is different.

It has now been 6 weeks since I have had any real interaction with a person. Now, there are people around and I think they do stuff? I think, because there is no semblance of them actually doing anything. They work, they eat, I think they sleep (I haven’t checked) and then they do it all again…

I might be an introvert, but I at least like to: Go hiking (they don’t go hiking because the Puff Adder is the most common snake in the mountains), Camping (See not about snakes), Exercise (There is not much grass, nor good roads, nor any sort of area where one could do this safely), Go out to restaurants (there is one, across the road. I have had everything on their menu. Twice.), See a movie (yeah, no cinemas. I did watch an hour long video about finding truth, through Christ, that I think was mean’t to kind of persuade me to just believe in Christ and not the church), Sew books together (ok, this is my job, but I love it. So there).

I can’t do any of those things here/have found literally no one to do those things with! There aren’t any young people. Also, not to bash on homeschooling, but when your family starts to resemble a cult in the way they act and think, they are limited in the amount of knowledge they have obtained, or they kind of look to their father figure as some kind of god. There might be a problem. I am definitely fine with honoring my mother and father, and I think I do… but i draw the line at deifying them. They are human, I am human. We make mistakes. Let it be enough…

Ok so the “religion” is weird, but if I expected to have an African adventure this time around I¬†was mistaken.

I came here to learn though, and that… Has been going spectacularly well. Apparently I am good enough(?) and talk about books enough that they are wanting me to come back as a visiting lecturer. I might even come back for a year if they offer me a spot as a student… But this time, I’ll come prepared and with the knowledge of how it all works here.

Hope you have a wonderful Friday!

Here’s a little something to prove I’m still alive

I’ve been bored recently, and honestly I don’t have many adventures that I’ve gone on yet… I did manage to finish all of my art pieces though, and will be working on reports tomorrow but that’s all boring stuff. Also, I’ve been working on a little children’s story. I don’t know where it is going, or what will happen in it, but I will flush it out eventually and make it something a little kid would like to read.

Without hesitation:

I didn’t think it could be this bad, but when you do something as bad as I did… Well, here I am. In the clinker. No more recess, snack time, or anything fun!

It all started on a day just like any other! Sally and I were outside in the sand box playing.

We had just built a giant sandcastle with a real moat, a working draw bridge, and shiny knights!

Sally thought that we should have a princess in the tower but what did she know; this castle was made for battles! Not princesses.

I was about to go get more water to help make the moat keep working when I heard a sound. It was coming from behind the fence. Our fence lead up into the woods, I wasn’t allowed to go in there by myself. I turned to leave, but the sound got louder.

“Sally, come here I need you to listen to something.” I hollored over, sometimes Sally has her head in the clouds, “do you hear anything strange?”

“Nope, nothing strange out there at all” Sally said. Sally never thought anything was strange. She seemed to think nearly everything was normal, except carrots, Sally didn’t really understand those.

“Let’s go investigate” I said slowly opening up the gate. “But mom said we weren’t allowed to leave the yard!” Sally exclaimed “if she comes back we could get in trouble.”

“I know that, but what if the sound is injured. If we saved it we would be heroes and not get into trouble. Besides, if you come with me I’ll have a tea party with you later” it was always sad when I had to negotiate with my sister.

“You have to wear a tie.” She responded. “What?” I questioned “A tie.” And her foot went down. There was no other option. “OK, I’ll wear a stupid tie if you’ll come with me.” If that is all it took to get a chance to explore that sound I got lucky….