There are still some bumps along the way.

This post is coming after a series of encounters that, while weren’t bad, could have gone better. But I don’t want to write another “this life is hard, but I love it” posts, so we’re trying something else.

Tonight, as I stood in my kitchen, trying to forget the awkward encounters I’d had today at my school with my colleagues and my director by eating a pineapple one of my students had brought me earlier, I thought about how today seemed so weird maybe because it was coming on the end of a string of really good days. Not even just with Americans, but in village as well.

And how, my colleagues and director were probably less concerned with our interactions today than I am. In fact, they probably have much more important things to think about.

And I thought about how this day was weird, but in the end, what matters, isn’t what I did today. Or even what I will do tomorrow. But I will do over the course of two years.