Sometimes...

Sometimes...I forget that I'm white.
Sometimes...I forget I'm in Africa.
Sometimes...I only eat bread rolls for breakfast.
Sometimes...I forget to wash my feet in the shower.
Sometimes...I forget the taste of strawberries.
Sometimes...I miss my comfortable bed.
Sometimes...I wake up at 6 am.
Sometimes...I watch movies with Carla only in our igetenges.
Sometimes...I almost pee my pants.
Sometimes...I draw.
Sometimes...I enjoy cleaning the toilets.
Sometimes...I speak French.
Sometimes...I fart openly with our girls.
Sometimes...I really miss playing with Jett and Elleana.
Sometimes...I wear tank-tops.
Sometimes...I drink home made tree tomato juice.
Sometimes...I speak Kinyarwanda.
Sometimes...I miss my mama and papa.
Sometimes...I wish I could watch Braveheart with my Scottish friend, C.
Sometimes...I miss youth.
Sometimes...I talk to my family and Siah on Skype.
Sometimes...I miss baking cookies and cupcakes.
Sometimes...I sit in class and dream.
Sometimes...I wish I could cuddle up with Siah and watch a movie.
Sometimes...I miss eating poutines with Sabrina.
Sometimes...I miss Matt's jokes.
Sometimes...I miss Solomon's Porch and working with the greatest staff ever.
Sometimes...I wish I could drive in our little Corolla.
Sometimes...I miss singing English songs at Maranatha.
Sometimes...I wish I only had a little privacy.
Sometimes...I would like it if Africans didn't yell when they spoke to the person beside them.
Sometimes...I wish I could be home.
Sometimes...I remember how INCREDIBLY AMAZING God is.
Sometimes...Sometimes I do a lot of things.

I love you all and miss you all very much.

kisses and hugs from Africa.