It's 10:12PM on a Monday night and I've been intending to write a blog for quite some time now.Unfortunately, all I feel able to do is punch in a headline and paste up the compilation of photos I arranged earlier before the fatigue hits me and I realise it's time for bed. I've been meaning to do so many things, but all they remain are good intentions, so much so that I've been hoping since YESTERDAY to wash my hair and give myself some freshly pressed sheets!
But even in these moments when I feel that there is so much undone, one thought of Ethiopia whisks my heart away to this place that feels untouchable. I feel that I can almost smell Addis Ababa, remembering each noise and sight and taste. I anticipate being there again and can almost hear the traffic and sense the dust on my skin.
As I type this up, knowing that I really should go and begin my hairwashing venture before I lose my sleep totally, I'm juggling plans to go to Ethiopia in late September for a friend's wedding.
While it's not yet a solidified plan, I hang in the balance like a dog licking his lips before an unguarded chocolate cake.
We'll see what happens... but this could be Hello Ethiopia!
For now, I wait.
