Immature Responses.

Last night’s post is more than a little embarrassing and my pride is telling me to just delete it since the likelihood of someone having read that is low but I won’t.  No.  I can’t.  Deleting it is just as wrong as not deleting it so I’ll keep it up because the most important thing about this blog is that it’s honest and it will always be honest.

We managed to walk around a bit more today which is nice considering the house-arrest we have been under ever since Emma got sick.  I love getting out here, walking around town at night, but we had to cut it early for several reasons.  Tomorrow we’re getting up early, my grandparents can’t handle that much walking and Emma is filling more than a little ill after that walk (or so it seems at least.)

She’s camped out in the living room and relaxing right now.  I’m more heightened and awake than ever, which is a shame.

I want to walk around the dirty musty streets filled with water, grime, and questionable objects.  I want to ride on a rickshaw as it takes me around town.  I want to go to the shrine downstairs and pray.  I want to wander around and find some taro-root icecream.  I want to play frogger with the traffic and find the old places I used to go to.

I want to go to the large vacant field that I used to play at that’s no longer there.  I want to kick a soccer ball with the kids, rollerblade down the parks, watch as street vendors pass.  I want to go shopping, eat the suspicious food, and carry my head high as I return to a life I used to know.

I want to enjoy myself here and I’m more than a little upset at the fact that I won’t get to spend as much time here as I hoped.

In two days we’re planning on trekking out to another city for a few days.  I’m excited since I’ve never been there but with only 17 days left here, I’m a little weary and pressed for time.

I miss my friends in America but I think I miss my family here more and I haven’t spent nearly enough time with them.

The unfortunate timing of the illnesses sucks but I’ll stick it out.

And I think I’m going to go downstairs and walk around with my grandma or grandpa no matter what anyone says.  Surely I’m old enough to do that now.