Pillow Talk

            It is hard to fall asleep here. Lying in bed and everything, doing things up until bedtime, yeah that’s fine, easy, enjoyable even. But in that moment when I set it all aside and take on the silence it gets real lonely real fast.

            I skyped with my dad tonight. Man, I love that guy. It was kind of like any other phone call, just a little longer and a little more to catch up on. He was the same though: a great listener (the specific nature of his feedback makes it evident that he absorbs each word) deeply rooted in his beliefs, and always a quick-witted comic. After about 20 minutes the conversation succeeded toward a natural close. We had caught up, words were fewer and farther between, and it was time to give it the old “well I don’t want to keep you too long”. But I did want him to keep me too long. I wanted so badly to want to end the call when really I could have listened to him talk for an hour. Sleep could never come easier.

            I am excited to move in with Glorious and Josephine. I will be in this hotel (ministry center) for one more night and two more days. Josephine and Glorious wanted to give me time to acclimate before I move in. They said that they are installing hot water right now (as opposed to a shower from a bucket) in their home so that it is not unbearable for me. I have consistently tried to reason that these differences are not at all unbearable, rather they are adventures of sorts. That the thing I miss most about home is the constant company, not the hot water. Still, I do appreciate the opportunity to have my own space for these few days as I really enjoy the independent downtime that I get here in the early evening. It inspires me to write and read instead of always socializing. I am quickly learning to appreciate this quiet time as both a hiatus from my daytime work and an opportunity to stretch my mind where it has become complacent.