Rescue assistance?

On 4th floor of classroom building. Any thoughts on what this means?

Home

What a great place to grow up! Love this place, dusted in white.

and all the way down the middle

Aisle 2

Not in Atl anymore

This is one of 3 similar aisles in milledgeville Walmart. And this is how I know I'm almost home. :)

A whale of a 5

Lily turned my 5 into a whale....during class.

I took a picture and posted it to Gentle Whispers....during class.

especially students of the Institute

"some transfer students - especially those from Georgia Tech - think they don't have to do homework." -Dr. Gurmu, GSU econometrics prof.

inflation

Sunday paper was $1.00 last month.

Chicky

Marc's "chicky" beer glass and his dainty dinner.

project agb

Life is an endless series of project AGBs.

free to breathe

breathing hasn't felt this good in a long time. i am so happy living in my own space, just dori and me.

even when i did not recognize it, so much of my life was lived in fear and anxiety. i could not move without being in someone else's space or having someone in mine. i was never free just to do what i wanted.

of course, life is supposed to be about thoughtfulness and considering others above oneself, but home is supposed to be about safety and comfort. i felt neither of those there. i was afraid of being up too early in the morning or too late at night. i was afraid of uncomfortable company and/or awkward conversation. i was afraid to adjust anything to make the environment more comfortable. i was afraid that my things would be misused, broken, or stolen. and the list goes on...

now, i am free. free to breathe. and breathing hasn't felt this good in a long time.

images of home

did a Google image search on Liberia as part of my research for work and found a picture of one of our friends in Saclepea. Roseline sat with us well into the evening most nights, and once, she made us spaghetti for breakfast.

finding Roseline via Google made me smile. other pictures made me cry. my boots became heavy as i scrolled through images of Liberia's violent civil war. i feel so connected to the people and the emotions in the photos. the elementary-aged boys wielding machine guns seem like my boys. in reality, my boys, my friends, were those boys forced into manhood before puberty.

through a range of emotional responses to a simple Google image search, my overwhelming impression is one of homesickness. these are images of home. i want to go home.
-mo

What is a Bidet???

free tea

dang it!

i made a friend cry today. definitely not on purpose. without thinking, made an insensitive comment. apologized and immediately forgiven, but a horrible experience, a horrible feeling. hate when stuff like that happens. and hate it worse when i do it to such a good person. thankful for good hearts, good forgiveness. hope to be more thoughtful.

answers!

1)

2) I have a new home! Dori and I now live at Townview Station in a cozy 1br apartment. So far, we are loving it.