Back in the States I was constantly on the go after all time is money, right? Or at least that’s the general attitude that we have in America.
It’s the complete opposite here in Kenya. The general attitude is that things will eventually get done because there’s always time to do them. Heck, it takes anywhere from 1 hour to 5 hours to travel the 10 miles to the next town over on a bus or a matatu. There is no set schedule and you never know when you’ll be able to get a ride.
5 months later and I’m still walking too fast by Kenyan standards. I’m still talking too fast by Kenyan standards. I’m still working too fast by Kenyan standards. I read too fast by Kenyan standards. I even write too fast by Kenyan standards.
I’ve been finding myself getting things done quickly (too fast by Kenyan standards) and then having extra time which makes the days drag out!
It’s funny how time can go by so slowly yet so quickly. Days are sooooo long but months fly by in the blink of an eye (is it really only Saturday and is it really already mid-March?!).
I am learning to stop and smell the roses. I notice butterflies while I stand by the dirt road waiting for a ride to the next town over. I notice a difference in the brightness of stars. I notice the lone tree on top of a nearby hill. I notice how the landscape changes on a clear day. I notice the position and phases of the moon on a daily basis. I notice the position of the sun in the sky and tell time by it.
It’s still innate for me to want to be constantly on the go and to always be doing something. Kenya is trying to teach me that life doesn’t always have to be go-go-go-go-go-go-go.