Almost two months since returning from Africa, and I still don't feel as though I've gathered my bearings. I feel constantly shaken. People ask me "How was it?", as if it were a simple answer... equating it to a beachside vacation... "Just give me the high points!". It would be much easier to state what broke me, but no one wants to hear that, right?
It seems pretty angsty to state on a blog that I feel more alone than I ever have. Ironically, though, it feels more secure.
Sometimes I feel like everything is happening too fast and I am clutching at it, tight-fisted, and it is running out of the cracks, like sand or water.
