Homesick and just plain sick..not a good combination

I started out on this dreary rainy Monday, feeling sick. I had an elephant size migraine and my throat was scratchy and sore. I definitely didn’t want to teach today. But then I got a surprise call from a friend seeing if I was feeling ok and my mood changed to deliriously happy. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. I met up with some of the other teachers in our close knit heaping club and even their weird mood couldn’t change mine. While hanging out in the art room I made a comment about getting 4 pineapples for 50ksh instead of the normal price of 100ksh for 4. And one of my friends literally jumps down my throat about how I always think Kenyans are conning me, which was not my intent at all. I tried to explain to her, that was not what my comment was about but yes, I have had some situations where the tout in the matatu or the mama in the market sees a mzungu and immediately bumps the price up 3x the regular amount. So, do I always think someone is conning me? No, but I have had to become weary of certain people. She is one of the teacher who when in a mood, is difficult to talk with so I told her polity, I was in a good mood today and I didn’t want to ruin it so I was going to leave. Well, as hard as I tried, I had lost my good mood and couldn’t find it after that. It would tease me and return when I was with the kids but then it would disappear again. I did not talk with my friend for the rest of the day. After school it started to rain, so I went home and decided maybe watching a movie would improve my mood. I should have chosen something with hot guys, or things that transformed, or blood and guts. But no, what did I choose? Love Actually! I was literally in tears by the end missing my friends and family. Now on top of not feeling so hot, I am homesick. This Monday blows. I have given up on movies and now I am listening to my music, eating top roman( or at least Kenya’s version of it) chicken flavor, imagining it is my moms chicken noodle soup. The one that comes in a can, but she mixes like 3 versions of it so you get three types of noodles and different textures of chicken. Ahh home. LOL. So I am going to get back to my music and my wanna be chicken soup and hope that tomorrow is a better day.