I can't even being to describe the emotions I go through each day. I am awakened by a jogoo (rooster) each morning -- it starts squawking at 5 in the morning, even though the sun doesn't come up until 6:30. Kenyans also start their day's early -- I can hear the people who live below me enjoying brekky on their balconies and separate kitchens.

The apartments are beautiful - and having the cleaning ladies come in each day to clean them is nice -- though I am still getting used to coming back and having my bed re-made and my things in different places.

There is just a different way of life here - perhaps that is where the most difficulty adjusting will come from. The concept of "kenyan time" is refreshing (that of tardiness not being an issue) however that means everything takes THAT much longer.

A commute lasts more or less 1.5 hours -- no matter what the distance -- and nothing is overly far. The concept of fresh air in Nairobi does not exist, petrol and body odor act as the outdoor scent. And the most extreme poverty mets you at every turn and every stretch of land.

You can't help but feel helpless -- yet invigorated.