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my home, my world, my stomach... ~ April 23, 2003 - 6:06 p.m. I'm hungry, so this'll be short... and really, I don't know what to write about anyway. I went home last night and fell unconscious about as soon as I hit the bed. so maybe today I'm a little less exhausted, but I'm still not caught up. I'm hoping to get a little more sleep tonight. but of course I have to do laundry (by hand, naturally), and I really should sweep my living room floor, which is filthy, and pick up all the things on my bedroom floor which I set out to dry after pii mai... that's the thing about finally having a house. it constantly wants my attention. life was much simpler when I was living out of a backpack. but at the moment I wouldn't trade the stability for much of anything. what it means to me, to know where home is, to have a space to make entirely my own. and really, it is just such a fabulous treat. once upon a time, I had a fabulous one-bedroom apartment in a town I couldn't stand. that was neat. but now I have a whole two-bedroom house all my own. oh, yes... my sweet vietnamese boy wrote to say that he knew I must be lonely without roommates... that's a very asian outlook, but really he has no idea just how much I cherish my space. that probably had as much to do with my decision to stay in lao as anything else. although, of course, my students rock my world on a regular basis. I'm attempting to teach them multiculturalism and diversity at the moment. we'll see how much we can accomplish in the time we have left, but today we had a lively discussion of what makes up culture, and it left me utterly buzzed. and now I'm a hungry, hungry girl... I'll be back around soon.
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