Its 12:07AM on December 15th 2008. I fly home to San Francisco in just under 12 hours. I am currently sitting in a dingy room at an airport hotel in Paris. The weekend has been wonderful; emotional, freezing, exhausting and overwhelming, but wonderful. It was a good chance to say goodbye to Europe by getting a heavy reminder of just how tiring traveling can be. I have definitely reached my capacity physically, mentally and emotionally. No desire to travel the world again anytime soon. I can't believe how much I am craving the connection to everything that is home.
Last week I got a chance to say goodbye to a lot of people in London that have come to mean a lot to me. My amazing flatmates, Simon and Justin, sat down and had a nice dinner with me, accompanied by a lot of wine. These are two of the most interesting guys I have ever met. They are both white men in their 30's from Zimbabwe who are VERY into health and fitness. Before coming here, I knew a shameful amount about South Africa and Zimbabwe politics and history, but these guys managed to teach me quite a bit, and offered me a new perspective on the world by showing me parts of it I had not seen before. They both became quick friends and despite the fact that they both had difficult times in their personal lives these past few months, they managed to be there for me as friends when I needed a pick-me-up in the big lonely city. I especially am grateful to Simon for going out of his way to find out how I was doing and constantly make sure he was updated on what was going on in my life. In a place where I was struggling to find that feeling of home, these guys helped me feel like I had one with them. The house was always warm and welcoming and I am so glad I got to be a part of their lives for even a few months.
Next to come... home!
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