It has been a rainy day in Sebastopol. The house is clean and organized (except for Amani's clothes, we'll get to that next weekend.) My homework is done, and it is time to prepare for my Principal's observation this Wednesday. I feel relaxed, well feed on roasted chicken, and still basking in a glow of "shukurani" that I've enjoyed all day.
How interesting that the last post I managed to make on this old thing was the day I lost the massage job!
"My Spice Mountain" was supposed to be about overcoming those hurdles, and yet I left it a big, dark place that not have I not really had the time to return to, but I haven't known how to deal with it. And what about putting all of my issues online? Should I be embarrassed about that?
Naw.....
It is amazing how things have turned around.
I am still crazy and have incredibly bad habits. But I feel so profoundly satisfied. I feel proud. Of my family and of my own accomplishments. It couldn't be a more polar sentiment to what I was going through during my last post.
Certain bad habits include that I sent in a resume and application for a job in Tanzania right now in the middle of my first year of teaching, and right after my husband found a job that he loves, working with friends, and we are all happy here. But, it is good practice and a bit of good fun, even if sleepless.
The, ahem, cue to action, for me to come back and begin work here has been an inability to send photos on gmail. Very annoying indeed. But I will try to post them hear.
Going on and on selfishly about my petty concerns is quite easy for me, but where to begin when it comes to bragging about my son?
there are so many amazing things that he does EVERYDAY, how can I summarize that growth? I've felt guilty for not recording things better.
As a toast to myself for simply getting back in the groove, and also to continue some necessary preparations, I will simply share my current favorite picture.
