Well guys, it's been several days since I've posted last, so I figured (or my dad did for me) that it was time to put something down, even if I don't have inspiration or anything particularly special to write. I've spent my time here hanging out with people who understand how I feel about belonging (or lack thereof), and who understand having grown up here. I'm finally getting to perfect (or just plain learn) making Sha'i (the local tea that everybody's addicted to), and taking full advantage of that opportunity. I'm loving the opportunity to be here and eat all the local things (yesterday I had candied coconut, something all of you should try and love), talk to all the locals (including the beggars who are...hard of hearing, to say the least), and just spend time where I feel I belong best.
I guess when it comes down to it, I'm not sure where I belong, if anywhere. I feel pulled by both cultures, and when in either. I feel somewhat at home, but at my roots, I'm a creature of 2 equal and opposite halves.
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