sometimes a great notion

huddled around a flickering television on the third floor of the hostel, Americans, Tanzanians, Europeans, essentially all members of hostel woke up early to watch as the final votes were counted, the final electoral ballots casted, and John McCain accept the decision of the people of united states. His speech was bland, dried of emotion, color, and sensitivity. McCain announced his defeat and stepped aside for the new president. Obama came to the screen with a confidence in air and a stone like expression as he filled the ears of those who have supported him with the strong belief and sensation that change is possible. Tears streamed from faces of all nations. I sat next to people i did not know, grasping another inclination of the importance of Obama and the voice that so many people identify with. Whatever elections mean, whatever significance that they actually have, one politician to the next, it is certainly undeniable the feeling that i have in my gut listening to his acceptance speech. I do not know what will become of this, if the kind of institutional change that needs to take place will, but now there is a notion, something that has been dutifully and appropriately labeled with a single simple word: hope.
certainly monumental
my time in Africa is almost at a close, two months travels by in the blink of an eye with only memories and an ever growing beard to show for it. This has, to say the least, been a awe inspiring, thought provoking, one intellectual stimulant to the next, time. every experience has come so quickly with little time to synthesis or let the emotional dust settle to understand to full capacity what in the world (no pun intended), is going on. I wish there was a way for me to describe in great detail, but unfortunately i cannot bring myself to write something that would be substantial enough to feel good about. Life continues, and at the close of my time in Tanzania i can lift my chin high, face the east and see 6 more months of awakening yet tiresome travel. I feel again, the absence of a home, and as i read through the blog for the first time of having access to the internet in close to 6 weeks, again i am reminded of how much i love each and all of you. until paths cross and minds meet, and our lives continue to quiver us into new identities, i wish whole heartedly, the best for all.
with a continuing growing love,
hakuna matata
timm