It's Sunday. And I'm writing again, exactly one week from my last post, but can I tell you it feels like a couple months, at least. This week was literally jam packed. We sent home our beloved Pastor Mauti, or as I call her, "Ming," after her two month stay on my side of the world. I went to the gym everyday, volunteered to help the international church with their Easter program, taught nine hours a day, and went to the market. I'm glad for this time that I can sit back and reflect on the week.
Today I'm writing from the parking garage of my apartment. My landlord's wife, Seda, is wonderful little gardner and she's transformed what would be like any other parking garage into a flourishing, exotic haven. Two days ago, I came down to this very garage and one of my co-workers who just so happens to live on the floor above me and be from China, was sitting in the garage. She was on her computer watching a movie, so I noticed her before she noticed me. As I was walking out she smiled hugely, and me being the ego freak that I am(sarcasm, people) thought she was smiling at me...only later did I find that she was smiling at her movie. "I'm watching a love story," she said as she giggled. It was then that I realized something about myself, and the world at large.
There are I don't know how many countries in the world and none of them are the same. Each country has its distinct traditions, customs, and beliefs. But even in the vastness of the world and the exentricities of each place, all people are the same. We, humans, may come from different places and believe different things, but we all have the same inborn desires. We want security, financially and emotionally. We desire knowledge. We hope for love. This is what I realized.
So, as I sit here, I can only wonder if I'm the same as all the other aspiring writers who've poured out their hearts, only to be admired after their respective deaths. If you're there, and reading...why don't you leave a little note. Tell me your perspective.
<3Tammy
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