Back Home; after all the blog effort, really who cares?

One of the problems of living in another culture and trying to impart all of the implications is reentering the atmosphere of here and now; it ain't easy; it's a set up for depression; and how many really care back here? Who really reads my blog, there are so many now? (I know my sons and dughter-in-law do, thank you.) TV has Survivor, Lost, the Great Race, everything is vicarious or unreal reality.

My saving grace is that these are my experiences that were real reality; I write about them the best way I know; at least I give it the effort. I feel the spirit of what was there, I met and lived with local people that I will never forget, I felt dangers but knew I was being watched over, I hope I contributed, and I was honest as I could possibly be. I left a comfort zone, I dared to go, I felt called to do what I did and I am glad for every last minute of it all. I thank the Lord for He did it all for us.