Sweden

The trip that was planed for today was canceled; instead I stayed at home working on my psychology assignment.

I’m so incredibly homesick right now. I’m tired of eating the same food everyday, nothing tasting at all as Swedish food. I’m tired of living at a place that some days, especially when you’re sick, feels like a juvenile prison. There are bars over our windows, the grounds are always patrolled by two guards, we’re living in a huge fenced in area and have to write down on a paper every time we want to leave this place for a walk or even if we’re just going across the street to the gym. Sometimes I feel like just jumping the wall and take a walk all by myself, I don’t like the feeling that there is absolutely no privacy at this place and that someone has to know what you’re doing every minute of the day.

I’m tired of Kenyans who, if you talk in general, are rude and stupid. I want to be able to walk down a street or take the bus and not be spoken to. I hate being called muzungo and I hate that if some dumb assed Kenyan whistles or say a rude comment to you and you ignore them they will actually say “You wont talk to me just because I’m black” and call you a racist. IDIOTS!

I hate that this is one of the slowest places in the world. Mom, you would die if you tried shopping for groceries here, there are 50 people working in the store, cleaning and packing up, but none of them know where anything is and they’re all rude. Then when you get to the cashier there is 2-3 people in every line, that seem like little but still you have to wait for 40 minuets before you actually pay.

At the restaurants the waiters don’t know what’s on the menu or how to behave. No salesperson in this country has ever herd of manners, they are so extraordinarily annoying and sometimes even mean.

// I want to go home but still I doubt I would leave this place before the year is over if I got the chance. //