Sunday, August 25, 2013

Bowling ball in my stomach, Desert in my mouth: Week 12

The last few days, I've been feeling as if I just got dumped. You know, empty and a little disappointed.
I think it's because my whirl wind relationship with NGOs and international aid is slowly coming to an end with this project.
Maybe we've outgrown each other for good or maybe we're just taking a break for a while, but either way, something in the relationship has changed. It's like the first time you realize that Saturday night has become sweat pants and ice cream night instead of a night on the town. Somehow it's all a little less sexy and mysterious than it was when we first started. 
And maybe that's not such a bad thing. 

"Now if you find yourself falling apart...then I'm sure...I could steer the Great Salt Lake."
-Band of Horses




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