Woke with a big headache this morning. Felt feverish. Texted colleague. Fell back asleep.

Woke up to knocks on the door. Lucy (my colleague’s domestic helper) came with delicious lunch. A minute later, colleague (M) arrives to see how I am. Apparently she told the other people at the factory, hence the delivered lunch. She also brought a chocolate bar. Felt so cared for that I get home visits. M says she had to come – I had no family in Tororo, what was I going to do if I was really sick?

So different than our ‘you deal with your own problems’ kind of society at home. At the same time, I think it’s nice to be independent; I surely would call if I really needed help.

Nothing substantial in this post. Just stream of consciousness.

Funny, I started out wanting to write a post about how much I miss various things from home. Most of all a kitchen where I can cook stuff I like with ingredients I know. And good friends. And a place to hang my hand-washed but still dirty laundry. And someone special. And walking around the house without getting dusty feet. And going outside for long walks without the whole town knowing. And soul mates. And not standing out. And snuggling down with a good book. And bike rides around the city. And those people I really miss. And bagels from a certain shop near a certain bridge. And good sushi. And friends.

I guess the homesickness is still hovering near my shoulder.