Blogging I guess...

This past holiday when I went home I was asked by numerous people why I do not blog. To be honest I had tried blogging before but quickly got discouraged because I was consumed with wondering if people would actually read my blog. So this past weekend I told myself I might as well give it a second try. To catch you up to speed, I am currently teaching a dynamic 3rd grade class in Arusha, Tanzania. This is my second year and come June my contract will be up (unless I decide to renew it) and I will be on to my next adventure...what that will I do not know. This blog will just be what it is..nothing too fancy or crazy. A place for me to vent, celebrate and explain the happenings of the life I am living in Tanzania or somewhere else in the future. A place for you to keep up with me in the event that I am lagging in emails and also just a place for you to “be” if you are bored with facebook, twitter or the overpopulation of instagram. I promise to post my reality - pictures, funny quotes from kids and even some recipes!

I titled this blog, “Paper Plane Girl” simply because someone gave me the nickname. And I quote, “I just love how you always seem so light and spontaneous as if you do not have a care in the world. Light and free. You are my paper plane girl.” I think the name is fitting. I am so blessed because despite how “hard” I think things are for me..they are really not. I fret when I cannot have ice cream or when I cannot speak to my sisters everyday or when my international transfer does not go through and then I am late to pay my bills or God forbid there is a blackout and no internet in Tanzania. But this is as big as my problems get which in fact make them very small. Those who know me know that in the past few years I have been on a non stop travel spree: South Africa - Lesotho - Ghana - Italy - Peru - Puerto Rico - Mexico - D.C. - New Orleans - New York - Rwanda - Uganda - Dominican Republic - Kenya - Thailand and Tanzania...just like a paper plane I honestly I have no idea where I will end up but that I just I want to keep going and stay up in the air. I think all of my experiences, passport stamps, new friends and cultural epiphanies/realizations are are shaping me just like every vertice and fold of a paper airplane...they are making me stronger, wiser and perpetuating my ability to soar...

So read on and let me know what you think...

Enjoying the last bits of summer in Toronto before heading back to Tanzania