it's a process

i just had a crazy summer. spent two months in Nigeria, most of that time was spent in the bush with no toilet, no running water, no refrigeration, no fresh fruits and veggies, in fact, not a lot of food at all. after nigeria brett and i flew staight to eastern europe where we spent 10 days in a small village in romania. i flew home and ten days later i took off for the center of the earth, that's right, quito ecuador. three days ago i laid my head down on my own pillow and that's when my immune system gave up even trying. being sick gives me an excuse to stay at home and lounge around, which is really all i want to do at this point anyway. it gives me time to process. many people keep asking me how my "trips" were. all i can manage is a "good." they were good. that's all i've been able to process so far. i am still waking up at night not knowing where i am. it's the strangest sensation to lay there and have no idea where you are or how you came to be there. it's scary really. two nights ago i woke up and couldn't figure out who it was laying next to me. i laid there, frozen in fear, until i realized that it was my very own husband. and last night i woke up and could have sworn that there was a bus parked outside of my window filled with people staring in at my slumber. but anyway, hang in there everyone...slowly, slowly my stories will start to come out...and i think that there are some good ones boppin' around up there -sn.