I'm not here.......

I am away for much of January but I here I am ahead of time writing to write.  I tell you this often but my favorite of all blogs (of the six I now peruse) is found here.  This article about 10 ways Djibouti changed the author got me thinking.  I don't have time to sit down and write an article of this length but I could in ten little installments give you a glance into how India has changed me.  However as I write this I am planning a session for TCK mothers about TCKs and I am mulling over where I grew up so I thought I would write some ways how Pakistan changed me.  If I have time how boarding changed me.....but I think I already wrote about that.  How my Muslim neighbors have changed me.  And then at the very end how India has changed me.  I want to keep changing to keep growing to keep breaking down the same walls that tend to build up in my soul!  I am so thankful for these different cultures, institutions, and religions that have changed me.

I believe some of these things translate to many different cultures but for now I am going to say Pakistan.  Some ways Pakistan has changed me.  So stay posted.  Stay on the edges of your seats folks for wise words from a woman who says, "Wash your hands.  Do you need to go potty?"  a hundred times a day.