here i am again...

birthdays get less meaningful every year... I dont know if it's the actual thought of getting older that gets ... well, old... or if it's the idea of always having to make it such a big fucking deal. 

Just now a friend of mine asked if I was going to have a party or go out or something, and I said, "I am born everyday. I celebrate everyday. " and then he's all "So are you...going to do something special or ...?" 

Today is a special day, not only because it was my first day alive 22 years ago, but because I feel like I have spent this time well, and i have a lot of things to accomplish with the time will come. 

These few months I have spent away from Maputo have been incredibly insightful. 

These countries I have visited have been a true classroom.

I have plenty of things to celebrate, and I dont think it's going to be reserved only for the 17th of July.

So you want to know what I have planned for my birthday? 

reading, writing, listning...speaking.

 all that....

 at once!

 im going to go crazy!