The Kenyan Presidential elections are right around the corner. With my possible evacuation on the heels of this event I can only reflect on my past 9 months in Kenya as the time when I lived in a Hobbit Hole. Today I slinked into the house that has been dangling in front of my face since August to snap some snaps. If I have to leave here suddenly I at least want some of the world out there to know that I could have lived like an American in Kenya. I just didn't.
Disclaimer: I had no control over how it was painted. It looks like a hospital because it was built by a hospital.
View from the back door into the living room. Look at that cute little kitchen window.
Looking in the living room from the other side of the room.
My bathroom vanity in the hallway. Yes that is a mirror and a sink with running water.
Closets. There is one of these in each of the two bedrooms. It would've meant me not storing things in suitcases like a hobo anymore.
Cute picture from my cute little kitchen window.
My kitchen where I could have cooked and cut things on counters.
Yes you see that correctly.
And electricity.
The best part. A FLUSHABLE latrine.
The salt to the wounds. A hot shower.
I've spent most of my time these last 7 months forgetting this place existed because it made living in the Hobbit Hole bearable. I have to walk past it everyday just to go anywhere. Now it will simply haunt my dreams.
it sounds like you really think your gonna leave and never come back. keep me posted on how it goes.
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