Several of the next blogs will be about
various mini-trips that I've taken within Senegal. This blog will be
rather short because I'm preparing to travel again this morning,
this time largely on my own. Prayers for travel mercies would be much
appreciated, though I'm confident that everything will work out fine.
The other Beloit girls and I have had several interesting travel
adventures this past semester, all of which have prepared me very
well for embarking on this journey alone. (Granted, it is to a place
that I have already been and I have good connections with people who
live there. Don't worry, I'm being smart about traveling alone.)
Traveling has a way of taking me out of
my “normal” way of seeing things, my normal framework for
understanding myself, my life, and the world around me. It's often
while traveling that I realize most strongly how far I actually am
from “home”. It's been during the mini-trips that I've taken here
that I've realized just how much my time here is a very long trip
itself. Trips are trippy. :P
Trips are tough too. My sense of place
is constantly changing, as is my sense of “home.” (Where do I
consider home? What does home mean?)
I recently told a friend that I'd never
before felt this conflicted about where “home” is and where I
want to be. He wrote back that sometimes
you need to be unstuck from where you think is home to realize that
it's only inertia keeping you there (at least in some cases).
And an awesome song:
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