Houses houses everywhere but not a home for them

I have been negligent in my blog postings. A great deal has happened since I've returned from Mwanza, and I'm still processing all of these experiences and changes. I have a tendency to place people on pedestals in my mind. I realize that because of this, I am sometimes disappointed when people fall off. In many ways, this last week has been a tumbling of not only those on the pedestals, but has sent the pedestal into the wood chipper. Although, I'm still mulling over the saw dust pile in front of me, I knew that this was bound to happen eventually and I believe I now have a much better conception of reality. And after a week, as I slowly accept the limitations before me and my own, I become less angry.

On a more interesting and less vague note, last weekend, I went with Reggie and Dave (the new intern and housemate from the UK) to the soccer clinic they were running for street kids. My soccer skills are only slightly better than my frisbee abilities so I brought the construction paper and boxes of crayons I lugged with me from the states. On a previous trip to a school about a month ago, I was surrounded by children who were looking at me with great anticipation for me to amuse them somehow. After a ridiculous game of "head, shoulders, knees and toes," I stared back like a frightened deer stuck in the glare of a mac truck's headlights (that metaphor isn't overused at all). I did not want to be unprepared this time.
When the clinic started, I noticed a lone young girl watching from the sidelines. I went and sat next to her and pulled out my crayons and paper and tried to get her to color with me a little. She was reluctant at first but eventually came around. However, I was soon surrounded by kids. Young boys were running off the field away from the warm-up drills and towards my make-shift art project. It turned out to be quite interesting because the first thing that every single kid drew was a house. After this initial drawing, some would switch to drawing cars or the occasional bicycle. But most often, they would continue drawing houses, each on a new piece of paper.