Urges.

I have urges, being here in Africa, to give away all my stuff. Everything. Even my sunglasses. (although that would probably be a bad idea. It's very bright here.)
I find myself observing everyone that I see and trying to make out what they might need that I have. A towel? Flip flops? Shampoo? I know it sounds strange, but whenever I travel, I do this. Particularly because I recognize that I have so damn much. So much. It's amazing how much we need to feel well and satisfied as compared to people in other parts of the world.
Last time I was here, our professor talked about monetary versus personal poverty. He explained how poverty to us is different than to the Kenyans we were working with. Although we could physically survive with far less than we have, we would feel emotionally empty due to all the associations we have with the objects around us.

So we'll see. But I'm definitely giving away most of my stuff away the week before I leave. I just have to figure out the who and the how.