A Gecko in my Pyjamas

I’m scared they’re going to take away my FOD. I don’t know who they are precisely, but I’m still going to write here just in case.

And anyway, it’s been bloody ages since I did. My life’s just been soooo exciting. And there’s the being miles away from a computer lark too, which has made it hard. Not that I don’t go on every week, otherwise I break out in big non-communication hives, but it’s always so rushed.

I’m having a great time though, despite hotness, rain, homesickness and lack of cheese. The music here rocks, it’s great. I’ve been feeling a bit down for the past month or so, missing home and friends. Just got letters though, which is always exciting and cheers me up, but also makes me a bit sad because however much of an amazing time I’m having, I’m still missing England and home, and missing things as in.. I feel like people are having loads of fun without me. And the fact that I’m having loads of fun and if I was home would be missing out on here doesn’t make any difference – I want to be everywhere at once. I’m jealous. I don’t know what of, but I am.

Things are so different here. It’s wonderful, and it’s slowly getting there, but it’s not yet home. The people who are here are great though, don’t know what I’d do without them. I really get the feeling that here are friends I’ll keep forever, at least I hope so. I still need occasional fixes of ‘home’ – going to expat places, corny I know, but it’s being with people who have English accents, who won’t break out into a stream of Luganda, essentially.. I know it might sound racist (it’s not, ok?) but being with white people. It does make a difference, and it shouldn’t, and I hate that it does, but.. never mind, ignore me.

Ok, gonna stop now, if you haven’t written to me, write to me. Happy Birthday El, for ages ago.

loads of love

Em xx