Comments on blogs are strange things in a way. I never had many comments here until I started commenting on others' blogs. Well, I never had many readers till then, either. At any rate, I find that I feel a need to explain when I comment on a new blog that I live in Honduras. Mostly because that colors my comments lately. I feel a bit self conscious as it seems to be bragging, or holding up that I have one of those unusual lives. In fact, I'm still a bit aghast that this girl who grew up in the cornfields of Central Indiana is somehow in this odd place. And on other levels, it doesn't feel all that odd to me anymore. I kind of bounce around with these emotions while I comment. I do know that somehow I feel like I can hold my head up a bit higher. Like I actually have joined the cool kids group. And, I'm not so sure that feeling is justified just because I managed to snag a job down here that pays enough to pay off my debt that I should have know better than to acquire in the first place. It's all so confusing.