“But if you don’t, who will?”
-“Mom” or Lynnette Nadeau
The birds chirp outside. The door is open and a cool breeze blows through the kitchen. I am actually wearing a sweater because otherwise I would be cold. The rain season is almost over, which is followed by the dry season. My contacts tell me that it’s coming, as my eyes have been irritated more lately. The dry season consists of very hot weather, or as Narcisse once told me, “It gets so hot there…like as hot as Texas!”. I had never tried to compare the two types of weather, just assumed that it would be much hotter in Africa. I suppose I won’t feel too far away from home this way.
The waiting and the patience I must have for the slow-paced work ethic and productivity of things on a daily basis affects my motivation. I was talking to my mom, telling her that when someone else does not show up for a meeting, why should I even care about it? She responded that if I don’t, who will? I have to care, and I will have to find whatever it takes to keep me motivated and hard-working if I want to make a change for the better. That is ultimately why I am here.
Yune, my current roommate, came back yesterday. It’s nice to have her company. We are going to take a moto tour around where she works in the small villages next to the one we live in today after I finish my one hour of class. She also brought me my dad’s package as well as a couple magazines that Madame Parks sent to me. Christmas in September! Thank you, thank you, thank you!