Milk (a luxury item)

I am writing this post in Microsoft word so that I may copy and post it into my blog when the internet starts working. It hasn’t worked for about 3 days now, at the time that my proposal is due. I am/ was (by the time this is posted) a little stressed to say the least.

The internet is a luxury in Rwanda, and I have taken for granted for too long.
There are many things that are luxuries in Rwanda (or don’t even exist in Rwanda) that I miss a lot. Things like:

Getting water from the tap
A glass of milk
Beef of any kind
Driving my pickup
Chocolate
Sweat tea
English Radio
Television (I don’t watch much back home, but the little I watch, I miss)
Mexican Food
Staying up past midnight and having a reason to
Dancing at the Hall of Fame
Hearing my friends play the guitar
Mi Cosina, the Chicken, and Lanes
Watermelons
A nice hot shower
The mobile mansion (I hope they are still using it)
Hearing the voices of friends and family
And of course Family and Friends...

But most of all, I miss blending into the crowd. People watch my every move here. I can’t go to a public place without 100 eyes watching my every move. I think that I will enjoy being normal (if I ever was) back in the US. I have a new found appreciation for “normal” and “average.” The average are a homogeneous product to which they can find comfort in their autonomy, yet they are the measuring stick used to determine the below average and the above average. I miss the comfort of being average. I miss being the measuring stick instead of having to set the standard.

I leave Rwanda in about 10 days (from writing this in word), and I will spend two days in London. I will be home soon.