Longest day/last three weeks of my life.

I'm writing this while lying under my mosquito net in the hostel.

Not sure how this net and I will get along for the next two years,

I'm already feeling claustrophobic! 

So after the last two weeks of craziness,

and approximately 27 hour journey,

with lots of crying at random times,

I am actually here.

It feels so surreal.

I have also gone on about 30 hours with two terrible forty minute naps and constant back pain.

So who knows I could be hallucinating.

It has not really hit me that I will be here for so long.

I do not need to take a picture of everything I see, go buy everything I see, or rush.

I tried to just take it all in on the drive from the airport to the hostel.

These are the things I saw:

Lots of women with babies on slings on their backs (which I am pretty sure I need, it needs to come with a baby though),

A goat being prepared for dinner,

a girl riding a bike with approximately 30 dead chickens hanging off of the front,

women carrying so many things on their heads,

and a truck with at least thirty Malawians riding in the back.

Keep in mind I am in the capitol and this was all off of the main road.

I cannot even imagine the things I will see when I actually get to start working.

Tomorrow I have to go figure out how to get registered as a nurse and also get a chip for my cell phone.

It is rather intimidating traveling alone to such a foreign place.

I am ensured that it is a safe country.

In order to save money and get the full experience of Lilongwe I plan on walking to places tomorrow.

A native sitting at the bar told me no it was way too far, 

I asked him how far and he said 5-6km. 

I told him if I have ran two marathons I think I can take a three mile walk.

I'm sure he is thinking I am a fat American and will die of a heart attack.

It is funny everyone here immediately asks if I am American.

I am imagining they think I wear overalls and hang out on the farm back at home.

If only I brought my overalls to walk around Malawi in.