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Struggle

I struggle I struggle and I struggle. It seems to be a never-ending story. I have been depressed for the last 2 weeks for the lack of an apartment to live in very shortly. It was as shortly as next Friday but I think we managed to extend it to the 2nd of April. It is still not that much time, but better than in 4 days time.
Life has been complicated trying to juggle work and flat hunting and the NGO has been left behind. I desperately need to review 2011 accounts and status of donations for 2012 but I seem to go in circles and always get trapped on something else. And then I keep going back to flat hunting anf offers that do not get accepted or flats that get rent out to someone else.
Last night, we decided to have 2 hours for ourselves and a piece of it we went to Mass. Trying to put it back on my routine, it helps making you spend an hour thinking and reflecting about life and what really matters. And it brings me and B together. As I was leaving (late of course) I got a portuguese-mexican email from one of my favourite priests in the mission of chongoene, Father Rosendo. In 4 short paragraphs he told me the stories of the 4 families that were out of roof. Literally, taken by the wind. And one of them were 3 kids that were left without a roof and without a mother as she died in the hospital last week. I guess that put me just in the right mood to go reflect about life in Mass... and the good part was, thanks to us killing ourselves in the UK event, we can afford to re-build the 4 huts immediately. Yeah, here goes one piece of good news for today! At least I can end someone else's struggle!


- Sara @ iPad

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