Four weeks ago Alison and I boarded a plane to Africa
In only 4 weeks I have moved to another continent,
into a house with a few awesome roommates,
got a twin, more siblings, and a son.
I have learned a few words in Kirwanda (and trying to learn more everyday),
learned how to speak special English with a slight African accent,
learned how to make paper beads/necklaces,
I have ridden several moto taxi’s, several buses, opened a bank account,
eaten more chocolate than all my years combined
trained my hair not to be so disgusting after not washing it for a day
grown accustom to shaking every living souls hand within a 100 yard radius
and as of today I have officially run on African soil.
That’s right, I have decided to get back into shape
in quite possibly the most difficult place,
due to the altitude and insane hills
(Rwanda is called the land of a thousand hills
but really should be called the land of a billion mountains.
Am I being a tad dramatic...maybe.)
But let me tell you, it was not an easy run.
I got many strange stares, questions as to what I was doing,
and one point I had a trail of children running beside me,
in sandals, skirts, and turtle necks while laughing the whole time.
I felt pretty pathetic considering I was panting like a dog and going slow as molasses,
but hey you got to start somewhere!
It hasn't been necessarily the easiest four weeks of my life
but it has been a full four weeks and I wouldn't trade a single second.