Another Day

The 25th of September.  My birthday.  Ugh.

I was happy to have a chill night, Indian cuisine and good friends.  It turned out to be much more than I expected, and much more than I thought I wanted.  First, my best friend Egide told me numerous times that he couldn't make it - and I was resolved to that fact, since he had made the trip down the last weekend already.  As it turns out, my friends were plotting all week right under my oblivious nose on how to surprise me with him.  I cried.  They also surprised me with cake and too many gifts - all was planned and bought without me noticing anything.  Verr sneaky.  We ended up going home after supper, having some Primus, and going yet again to Cadillac.  It was bliss dancing with my brothers.  I could never get sick of it.  Bed around 4.  So appropriate.  As much as I don't like the fuss of birthdays, I am thankful for what my friends did for me - they really made it so special.

So. Turning 22 in Rwanda.  How does it feel?
It feels, fictional.
I guess I mean that its just so, weird, that time is passing.  That when I go home it won't be exactly as I left it.  That I will go home a different age.  That time doesn't stand perfectly still. 

"And you think, what the hell - life goes on.  Maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex.  But by God, there will be dancing."