First holiday season outside of the commercial Christmas confine of the States. No giant homes embellished with over the top Christmas lights, fake snow, no hectic Christmas shopping, but I mean who needs all that I did, however, surprisingly miss the continuous stream of cheesy Christmas music on the radio, being cold around this time of year tand sipping on hot caramel apple cider (mmm) , but above all else I missed the warmth of getting together with my family and eating my weight in tamales. So instead of these usual holiday quirks, it all just came and went without much eventfulness. Never thought I would spend Christmas morning cooling off with a swim in a beautiful river rather then ripping into presents. Refreshing in every respect of the word.
The New Year came in an anti-climatic way as well, didn’t even bother with a countdown, since in my mind, my new year started the minute I stepped foot into Mozambique.
And so now, I am here in the city of Chimoio. I have been out of Dombe since before Christmas. My house is still a work in progress, which is a bit unnerving considering that school begins this coming Monday and I have no where to really call home.
Despite the current state of frustration, confusion and anxiety, I will start teaching in a week, the professors will start coming home from vacation, and the Escola Segundaria do Dombe will soon have its classrooms filled with students again. Not sure how prepared I can be or will be, but my excitement to start teaching surpasses my other feelings of uncertainty.
I'm half way under the limbo bar, lets hope I don’t fall.
