day one

It is 3:19 in the morning and I have just settled into my dad's apartment in Kampala, Uganda. It is nice here. The air is warm; it has been a rainy period here for some time but today the skies were clear. Lucky me. I am comfortable and happy to be away from US soil. This change in scenery is definitely well needed.

The travel over here was surprisingly eye-opening. From New York to Amsterdam, I flew world business class with my father. No sooner did I sit down was I greeted by a flight attendant offering me champagne by the glass. Needless to say, I kept them coming throughout the flight and wrote some great work for the show I'll be performing at upon my return, quite under the influence. 

This was not the case however for my flight from Amsterdam to Nairobi, where I would transfer to yet another flight into  Uganda. My dad was unable to use his frequent flier miles to upgrade me & I was stuck in economy class, next to two grumpy old men. At least I had the window seat.

The set up is really classist, you know? I mean, you get what you pay for but it's really crazy of how direct of a reflection it is of US society. The rich live in luxury while the economy's workers make do with the leftovers and what little space they have to move, both literally and figuratively.

But that's a matter that I have not much power over at this time, so all I can do is observe for now. And hope to one day live so that I only fly first class. 

My father's urging me to go to sleep now, to set the jet lag off as soon as possible. I am wide awake however. I see that my insomnia has no regard for where in the world I am. It's all good though. I always manage.

- Peace and blessings. Be back soon.