Living in Malawi is good. You learn to let go of the world.
Best friends leave every year - friends who live everywhere on the globe, who you very well may never see again; The power cuts and you loose work and website addresses that you may never be able to find again; Electronics or other things get stollen every now and then, and you have to just get over it; Fuel prices go up and weekend plans have to be cancelled... You learn pacience, self conrtol. You learn what is really important and what doesn't actually matter. You learn to lean on God and wait for Him to give you what you need, and take things away if it's time. You learn that life isn't about oneself, or even the world at all; it's more. Think outside the box, dang it! The earth is in a great big box, but outside of it, there is such a thing as 'purpose', and living for the Kingdom. There are things that really matter out there, things we should find - that we should hold on to - but they aren't of this world. One must let go...
There aren't the same pressures in Africa as are in America, and not the same concerns and prioreties - shoved down your throte by TV and other media. You see a different side of things after living in Africa for a while. You see God in things, and love that you didn't quite feel as deeply before. Africa is more real world to me; people KNOW the world isn't perfect here, and they don't/can't really try and make it that way. American culture is alot about self and comfort - making life, somehow, perfect... It's just not realistic. I'll get comfort in Heaven, or here from the Holy Spirit - The Comforter. And, honestly, it's never about self - can't be, won't be, isn't.
There is more.