Goodbye Again

I’m awaiting my flight home in the Nairobi airport, nursing a cup of coffee and a familiar melancholic cocktail. Not quite sadness, not quite satisfaction, not quite contentment. I’ve been reacquainted yet again with much loved and missed places and people and parts of myself. Everything is a patchwork of constant and change, progress andContinue reading “Goodbye Again”

Why do we do this to ourselves

March was a hard month. After a bit of a stretch of feeling like I had life under control, I was hitting some strides, finding an unusual amount of joy, March showed up with a bucket of Nickelodeon green slime and dumped it on my head. In addition to some fairly mundane frustrations, self-inflicted dust-ups,Continue reading “Why do we do this to ourselves”