Home?

If "home is where the heart is," what happens when your heart is several places at once?

I miss my friends in Rwanda terribly, but it's great to be able to see friends in Toronto that I haven't seen in almost a year. I've been doing a lot of things that I couldn't do in Rwanda, like eat a variety of foods, run in the park, sail, bike, go to the gym, etc.

Reverse culture shock hasn't hit me too badly yet. I think Toronto feels more like a vacation and it will take being back in Vancouver looking for work for it to sink in.

Some things do seem really bizarre here though. I almost cried when Jeff paid $10 for me to go to the gym with him. I started thinking of what $10 could do for someone in Rwanda, but instead I was spending it to run around an enclosed box in an attempt to learn squash and then to lift some weights while listening to men talk about their diets and what they should eat and how to gain and lose weight. There are definitely some strange aspects to our culture...