As I approached my long awaited destination last evening, the plane slowly descending out of the skies into the lush greenery of Africa, it suddenly occurred to me just how very brave my 19 year old daughter was a few short months ago when she came here all alone. To set out for a nation previously unknown, with no support system and no one to turn to, no one to hug or care for her inner person - that is a daunting thing for anyone to take on.
Perhaps that is why hostels are for the young. As we age, we crave comfort and security, eschewing the unfamiliar in favor of what we know and understand with minimal effort. Sometimes we cling to the known even when the familiar is no longer the right fit. Square peg, round hole, although awkward, when gradually slid into, can even feel normal even if we do it long enough.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
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