In eight days I depart for Malawi, Africa. A more specific address --as Emily and I were asked to provide on multiple occasions over the last 3+ months-- is N/A. Moments ago when I sat down to commence this blog, I attempted to do so on the laptop I plan to bring with me to the sub-Sahara. It is a non-Mac, and I am spoiled, so the fact that the desktop clock stated the year was 2012, and the fact that the anti-virus software stymied my attempts to go to google.com frustrated me. I made the decision to trek upstairs to my bedroom to get my MacBook Air, Mr. Sleek by comparison, and this is what I'm typing on right now. The battery is draining fast because I'm apparently overdue to "Service Battery", and the computer fan is making this whistling sound*. This laptop is barely three years old and has already instigated many arguments between yours truly and the Genius Bar(tenders). So alright; I see what you're seeing: maybe the problem isn't Toshiba and Apple but Me and Myself. Maybe in my possession things tend to break and I then get frustrated when they don't work well. Maybe NYC and all my high-tech toys have turned me impatient. And maybe, or let's make that last one hopefully, Malawi will turn me back.
I feel like maybe I've misrepresented myself. Those who know me well know that to a debilitating extent, I'm a stop and smell the roses kind of girl. There's this ridiculous air freshener commercial on TV (or there was a few months ago, I hope it's off the air now) that observed how we stop and smell roses, not stop and hear them or look at them or taste them. So stupid. No shit. But anyway yes I am the one who stops and acknowledges the roses, the one who has taken the same walk from Home to Gramercy Park dozens if not a hundred times without boredom. I am the one who can never think of a 'fun fact' to share during meet and greets because I like the simplest of things*. But the flip side of my coin is most definitely that I seldom sit still. Malawi, will you change that as well?
So to conclude (paragraph 5 conclusions are so 3rd grade), in Malawi we'll see if I overcome two of many weaknesses. I hope to slow down and branch out at the same time. Maybe 'overcome my weaknesses' is too dramatic. Maybe I'll Evolve two of my Facets. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
To be continued...
Rebecca
PS: This wasn't really the direction this post was supposed to take, but I haven't written in a while so I'm not going to be that hard on myself. I think what I meant to write about is this: Once in Malawi, we plan to conduct a research project, as long as IRB International (IRBI?) gets around to green lighting it. The pronoun change that began in this post-script (the we) is because I'm not going at this alone -- thank gosh-- but with Emily, who, along with significant amounts of encouragement from others (you know who you are [SK]), planted this blogging idea in my head in the first place. We'll see how it turns out...
I feel like maybe I've misrepresented myself. Those who know me well know that to a debilitating extent, I'm a stop and smell the roses kind of girl. There's this ridiculous air freshener commercial on TV (or there was a few months ago, I hope it's off the air now) that observed how we stop and smell roses, not stop and hear them or look at them or taste them. So stupid. No shit. But anyway yes I am the one who stops and acknowledges the roses, the one who has taken the same walk from Home to Gramercy Park dozens if not a hundred times without boredom. I am the one who can never think of a 'fun fact' to share during meet and greets because I like the simplest of things*. But the flip side of my coin is most definitely that I seldom sit still. Malawi, will you change that as well?
So to conclude (paragraph 5 conclusions are so 3rd grade), in Malawi we'll see if I overcome two of many weaknesses. I hope to slow down and branch out at the same time. Maybe 'overcome my weaknesses' is too dramatic. Maybe I'll Evolve two of my Facets. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
To be continued...
Rebecca
PS: This wasn't really the direction this post was supposed to take, but I haven't written in a while so I'm not going to be that hard on myself. I think what I meant to write about is this: Once in Malawi, we plan to conduct a research project, as long as IRB International (IRBI?) gets around to green lighting it. The pronoun change that began in this post-script (the we) is because I'm not going at this alone -- thank gosh-- but with Emily, who, along with significant amounts of encouragement from others (you know who you are [SK]), planted this blogging idea in my head in the first place. We'll see how it turns out...
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