Week 1: July 17 2018 Kandy
***Hey does anyone know how to use blogger so I can improve my blog??*** It's strange. It's strange being in a foreign land. It's strange because half of you comes from that land. it's strange because it should be your land too. It's strange that your family, whom by definition ought to be familiar, is composed of strangers. It's strange because people look like you, but they don't talk like you. It's strange because I am a mix of old and new. I am an uprooted sappling, full tree grown going to meet her roots for the first time. I met my family on both my grandmother's and grandfather's side when I came with my mother. Maybe I didn't notice it because my mom was there and could translate, and she bridged the 18 yr gap of communication, maybe I didn't notice because I hardly spent anytime with them except to eat, and went gallivanting off to tourist sites and ancient ruins. So now, being among them really getting to them I n...