I'm really not sure I have ever been this ready to go somewhere. Since my last exam on Wednesday, I've felt completely useless, having nothing to frantically study or write or edit or hand in. And just 10 hours before departure, I am completely packed. Bizarre.
Today on my morning run, I headed up a hill towards a nearby primary school. There was a rather burly young man lying on the side of the road with blood all over his face. I thought he was unconscious, but then a guy living nearby came over to check him and he slowly stood up and teetered around, very, very drunk. He said something about his blankity blank sister and the blankity blank police, and I asked if maybe he wanted to sit down so his nose wouldn't be bleeding so much. He ignored me, stumbled across the road, and leaned up against a fence. I left him with the other man and finished my run.
Did I mention I am extremely ready to leave Sheffield? My frustration surrounding things here is giving way to sadness, that people think they deserve to live like this, and subject themselves to it so regularly. It's sad, that's all it is.
The forecast in Freetown, Sierra Leone is for 85 degrees, "feeling like 92 degrees", and the weather icon for every single day in June is this:
At least there is a sun somewhere in there..
Love to all of you.. see you in Africa!
Today on my morning run, I headed up a hill towards a nearby primary school. There was a rather burly young man lying on the side of the road with blood all over his face. I thought he was unconscious, but then a guy living nearby came over to check him and he slowly stood up and teetered around, very, very drunk. He said something about his blankity blank sister and the blankity blank police, and I asked if maybe he wanted to sit down so his nose wouldn't be bleeding so much. He ignored me, stumbled across the road, and leaned up against a fence. I left him with the other man and finished my run.
Did I mention I am extremely ready to leave Sheffield? My frustration surrounding things here is giving way to sadness, that people think they deserve to live like this, and subject themselves to it so regularly. It's sad, that's all it is.
The forecast in Freetown, Sierra Leone is for 85 degrees, "feeling like 92 degrees", and the weather icon for every single day in June is this:
At least there is a sun somewhere in there..
Love to all of you.. see you in Africa!
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