Interconnected

I have a friend who has been teaching in Malawi. He writes home to the USA and his folks email a group of us.

It's hard to understand that I have spent two years here. Though there is enough time to contemplate two years, a day is a day whether I'm here or gone forever from here. Another morning like this one (hopefully without the rain), I'll set off with slightly heavier luggage than usual. That's it.

I wish I had even a fraction of what Burt has. I wish I knew what I feel means.