Well, we’ve been here for 3 weeks now, and are feeling fairly settled, I think. Of course there are things I/we miss tremendously about Madagascar. When we first arrived here I expected to be homesick and at first I thought that being here would make me more homesick for Canada. I have been homesick and even though last night I found myself blinking back tears while I was listening to the Rankins, I have been becoming intensely homesick for Madagascar. Not just for the country, because let’s be honest: it’s beautiful and the people are friendly and kind, but the politics are driving me crazy. Crazy.
This morning I found myself so lonely for Mme Pauline and her cheerful company and the way she does things. Salome, the lady working for us here is lovely. She is quiet, polite, and a very hard worker. I have no complaints, really. But she isn’t Mme Pauline, with whom I’ve developed a way of running a household. She knows what to do. I know what to do. And we do it together. I really, really miss that.
I miss my friends in Madagascar. Tammy and I had planned to scrapbook together one day. But then she was packing to evacuate. Now she’s back in Mada, and I’m in Uganda. I was planning to have Josh and Jocelyn and Judah over for Easter Monday brunch and then they were in Kenya and we’re here. (I know, I may have mentioned that a time or 20. It stank.)
My questionably-legally-imported sweet corn seeds are probably growing sweet corn and being eaten by Solo, the gardener. Our second crop of bananas are also probably being enjoyed by Solo and Mme Pauline. (You might remember that the first batch was ripe while we were in Canada...) My poinsettia is blooming.
I’m frustrated with the pathetic plumbing and water pressure in this house. Since my hair is so thick, I can’t ever seem to get it rinsed properly under the trickling shower. Now my scalp is almost constantly itchy and I feel like it’s coated in un- rinsed shampoo. I know that isn’t the end of the world, but I’ll sure be happy to get back to my own shower with its proper water pressure.
So, yes, I’m homesick. I want to be at home, in my house.
But, in the interest of fairness, I am not miserable here. Really. I know the above paragraphs sound pretty whiny, but I think I’m just processing the sudden changes that we’ve had in our lives.
I do like being here. It’s a beautiful country. The MAF team is very kind to us. We are rejoicing that $1 CDN is actually worth 1750 Ugandan shillings instead of 1300 as we were first told.
I like that the girls and I have almost nothing to do besides school work and art projects and playing outside and cooking and watching movies and playing games and going to the playground. (Because I have a desire to not paint this as a happy-go-lucky, sunshine and roses, fairy tale household: There are some days that I could join the circus after spending all day with them. All day. Every day. Days and days in a row. I know that some of you do that all the time, and I know that I’m their mother, so it is in my job description to do this as needed. But hello! When you’re used to some pre-school, this is a whole new ballgame.)
I like that Matthew doesn’t have overnights here. I really like that he isn’t stressed out here, but just tired from hard work. (Last week he flew long days Tuesday through Friday. He’s allowed to fly into Sudan now, so that means leaving the house at about 6:30 and getting home between 5:30 and 7:00.)
I like that when I decided to write a newsletter last week, I just sat down and wrote it. No interruptions, no feeling guilty because I felt like I should be doing something else, no having to leave to pick up kids from school when I was on a roll. Lovely.
It’s great to have some time to scrapbook and paint without feeling like there are desks to clean off and closets to clean out. I’ve also really been enjoying the fact that sleeping till 7:15 isn’t as lazy as I think it is, because the girls don’t need to be ready for school at 7:30 and Salome doesn’t come till 8:30. It’s going to be very, very hard to go back to setting the alarm for 5:30ish every morning.
So, there you have it.
Oh yeah. I also like that it’s my husband’s 30something birthday and we’re going out for pizza and gelato and I know it’s good because we went there a few weeks ago. :)