It’s going to be along 8 weeks.
I always figured traveling to Africa would get easier.
I mean, what’s the big deal? At some point, things just have to get easier, right? Especially considering how cushy this trip is compared to the last two. I’m practically staying in a resort with my own personal garden. I take warm showers in a bathroom equipped with towel warmers. There’s underfloor heating here–a rarity in Cape Town. Heck, I even have internet every now and then.
I have, however, been known to be wrong from time to time and I can confidently say this is one of those times.
Don’t get me wrong. I know I’m in a great position. I’ve gotten an opportunity very few people get and one day I’ll look back and happily reminisce about this amazing experience. But today I was printing out some articles for work, and I was really peeved by the paper size here. Yes, the paper size. They use A4. It’s not noticeably different from 8.5 x 11, but it’s just enough to not quite fit into my binder. It’s just enough to really get under my skin. Obviously, it’s not about the paper. I sat back and thought about it. A whole crapload of stuff is piling up on my plate–but stuff is always piling up and I usually do fine. In the end, I think I just miss home. Stressful situations are fine if you’re around the familiar. Weird how that works.
Not going to sugarcoat it, things are in the crapper right now. The good news is they can only get better.