And finally, despite the pending take-home exam I have to complete over the next 40 hours, I have actually started think about my departure to Ethiopia.
This morning, rather than wearing my running shoes to walk to the bus/train station to catch the bus to school, I decided to wear my Chaco sandals. Perhaps this was a subconscious effort on my part to begin "thinking" about Ethiopia. Doubt it. I think I just finally realized that my feet become really hot in my sneakers when it's 90 degrees outside. It only took me two weeks (or a lifetime of bad habit) to realize this. Oops.
Anyway, as I was walking off the train this afternoon after class, I noticed two women around my age looking at my feet. As the train door opened, one of the women said to me, "I really like the color of your toe nail polish." But then I realized that she didn't actually say that. She really didn't; I imagined it. But thankfully, before I responded wrongly to her statement, I realized what she actually said: "I really like the color of your Chacos."
Thrown off guard, I said "thanks" with a smile and then muttered, "they're old."
Clearly she knows I'm heading to Ethiopia, but apparently, I haven't quite realized it yet. Soon, I hope.
