home?

I'm in Senegal for a third time. If I'm going to be honest with myself I keep going back because I want to live there. It's stupid that I took a job in Saudi Arabia but sometimes I'm excited about moving there too. I love Senegal for the music, the conversations, the dancing, the sunny days, the cool breezes, wearing colourful bright clothing, and, of course, my wonderful friends. I'm very honest with myself there. I'm constantly reflecting on and facing my deepest thoughts. I guess in a word...striving. Striving to improve, to push, to make sense of myself both physically and mentally.
It's not always wonderful, often, I get frustrated with people telling me how to think. To clarify: some people do not realize that I can understand and disagree at the same time. Another frustration, hypocrisy. Unfortunately, hypocrisy is integrated into the culture. So someone will lie to you because s/he thinks the truth will be hurtful. While to her or him this gesture appears courtieous to me it feels like bullshit!