The Birthplace of Humanity

This picture makes Africa look like a horse bending down to drink some water. What would that indicate if this were a one of those psychoanalysis picture cards? Anyway, if it were a horse, I'll be living about where the eye would be: Nairobi, Kenya. I leave tomorrow and arrive Oct 2nd. First I'm off to Turkey and Rwanda with my mom. Then to start the next phase of my life. That makes it sound so dramatic, and a part of me is saying "you're way too old to be making these kinds of dramatic changes." But there's a louder voice saying "you are going to spend most of your life working, it's worth trying to mold a career around something you're passionate about; something you care about when money is removed from the equation." The latter voice has been obnoxious the last 6 months, as it led me to seriously question my career path, then quit, and now move to somewhere I never thought I'd want to move to: East Africa. I've been there once before, just passing through. On the surface it's a bit shocking; so much abject poverty. At a different time in my life, that would be a good reason NOT to go somewhere. But, as it turns out, that's exactly why I'm going there. Time to see if I can use some of my business skillz to put some dents in that social injustice.