I'll let my fingers do the talking.

My boyfriend says I don't talk much. And he's right, I don't.

In the past few years, so much has changed about myself and the life I am living that sometimes I look in the mirror and hardly recognize the girl standing in front of me. Five years ago, I started classes at uni with no particular goal in mind. I was naive, a little westcoast hippy, and largely unhappy.

Two summers ago, I lived in Uganda for three months. I came home in shock, not sure of anything and overwhelmed by everything. Africa had blown my mind. This blog tracked my story, so if you have come looking for that, I suggest filtering through the archive. For a long time I have been telling myself that I should write a post-internship piece, something that tells people how the experience of living and breathing Uganda has changed me. One year and three months later, here I am.

No longer am I the uncertain and unhappy girl I was. I have moved off my rock, fallen in love with the city and the boy I came here with. My life is headed in a direction, an actual direction, and I simply couldn't be more excited. I know better who I am and what I want from life, and that makes me truly happy.

I am sure that by now people will have lost interest, that no one still links to my page, checking if I have updated it. I am ok with that. As I mentioned, my boyfriend says I don't talk much. So often I get lost in my own thoughts that I forget to open my mouth and let the words out. For now, I'll let my fingers do the talking and see where that gets me. These are my thoughts. Welcome to Lindsayville.