Hey there! It’s been a while since I’ve written on here.
According to the analytics on this page, seems you guys keep coming back, hoping for something new. I’m thankful someone is still checking up on me.
So, I guess I should fill you in on what’s been going on the past year or so.
The boy is 11.
Every year, I get super sentimental and this year was no different.
I often stay awake preparing to wake him up in a special way or with a surprise and this year he was in for the greatest surprise of his young life.
The boy and I have been in Addis Ababa for a little over 2 weeks and here are some of the reflections I’ve gathered so far:
1. I absolutely LOVE my place of work. (The jury is still on out on my actual position, as the chiren aren’t here yet. And I haven’t yet assessed the level of crazy with the coworkers either) But the passion admin has and the action they take to ensure we are well taken care of, are taking care of ourselves, and are working collaboratively with one another for the good of these kids is beyond anything I’ve seen in all my years of working in education.
It’s May. Damn.
It’s actually the end of May and I’m realizing that I haven’t posted on here in some time.
The last time you heard from me, I was talking something bout buying gifts for your travel-minded family member or distant friend. Wowzers!
Anyway…In case you’ve been wondering, I’ve been busy getting my life together and preparing to move to another country. Yes, you read right! We’re moving away from Japan to Ethiopia! (No worries, I’ll probably back date a post or two about that dark and desolate time in my life later on)
I’ve always been a daredevil. Well…a safe one. My motto is “YOLO, but don’t die”.
The boy, on the other hand, has always proceeded with caution and lived vicariously through me. When I skydived, he was supportive and even expressed interest in doing it one day, but then was nervous about jumping from the top ladder on a climber at the park. He has aspirations but rarely leaps before fully assessing all possible risks.
When we traveled to Southern Africa for spring break this year, we visited Victoria Falls and I told him that I was thinking of jumping off the bridge. He was extremely supportive and said he would even record the event on my phone and take pictures. When we arrived at the bridge, he decided that he wanted to do it. However, the only option for him to do anything remotely close to that was to do a tandem zip line with me. We took a break for lunch and to take in the scenery from the bridge. Even while looking at the feat he would have to conquer, he insisted that he was ready.