Three Guitars on the Roof

Yesterday was a good day. The week had been admittedly a little rough. The sudden addition of 60 people to the building made sleep a little difficult for the first two nights. Additionally I was having a hard time feeling like I belonged. There were lots of groups of people, but none of them seemed readily penetrable, especially for someone with weak

 

Thai. Living alone I have not often felt lonely. This last week surrounded by people I felt very much lonely.

 

 

Yesterday, as I said, was a good day. I spent the morning talking to some of my family via Skype. In the afternoon I sat down to listen to someone I know playing guitar, and ended up spending the majority of the afternoon there. Several other people joined us. I enjoyed the time listening to music. Singing a few English songs. Talking some.

 

Somewhere in here I played 2 on 2 basketball.

 

In the evening I had an extra choir practice (to prepare for Palm Sunday).

 

After choir practice I joined people on the roof of the church for another few hours of guitaring. During the time on the roof I got to know a few more of the people who are in the building, and they got to know me. I think it was a significant step from foreign towards familiar.