Dear South Sudan,

Feb 1, 2012
Dear South Sudan,

You and I, we’re going to get along just fine. The weather here reminds me of home in south texas and the people here are just as friendly. I had leave my last friend, New Hampshire, once my time there was through, but we’re still on good terms. And New Hampshire threw everything it had at me – freak October snow storm snow causing us to loose power (and running water) for three days, a lack of 24-hour eateries with wi-fi, and then getting locked out of the house on thanksgiving while the Chen Clarks were out of town. Don’t even get me started on the disaster that unfolded when I tried to actually leave the state (the airport policeman was very nice about unlocking the car and even though my luggage left on a different plane, I did eventually get it back). It was an adventure, though this shouldn’t surprise you. Everyone knows that southern New Hampshire and adventure go hand-in-hand. But you, South Sudan, you’re a different kind of friend, and I think i’m up to the challenge.

I know you aren’t for just anyone. Surely the chaos and frustration of getting past customs was simply of a test of my commitment. The hotel we are staying at is perfectly fine by third world standards (tip: if you turn off the lights, you can’t see the occasion bug skitter across the floor. It’s like they’re not even there!) Blake and I along with many of the other hotel guests, spend their time in the shade of the courtyard. I felt at home when a bouncy Justin Bieber ringtone came from a group of serious looking North African men meeting at the next table. Then, South Sudan, you gave me a present! Having lost my earbuds in transit, you were kind enough to supply me my very own South Sudanese earbuds. They are white with gold paint and mysterious square button. After orienting the jack just so for a good connection, I realized that the vocal tracks were missing from my music. But when I held the square button, they returned for as long as I held the button down. Nothing a little duct tape shouldn’t take care of. It’s the thought that counts, right?

I think we are getting along splendidly and I look forward to getting to know you better.

Yours,
Marianne