reality check

week six. reality check. 

so.... i came to Cambodia. and everything came with me. 

my savior complex. my insecurities. my loneliness. my extremist, pendulum-swinging tendencies. my white guilt. my prideful assumption that i know what's best. my fear of what others think of me.

also my joy. and my empathy. and my passion for doodling and collaging and making things pretty. my adventurous attitude towards new foods. my small space bubble. and my mosquito-smashing skills.  

there are some things you just can't leave at home. so i'm here with myself, in all my messy imperfection. i was secretly hoping i'd show up and discover some glorious version of jenny. the one in my head, that resembles mother teresa (but maybe looks a bit more like angelina jolie). yeah...she's definately not here. and probably never will be. 

just me, swatting mosquitoes, uncomfortably rushing past begging moms with naked babies on the street, and trying to manage the worst break-out my face has seen since 7th grade. 

so many questions. a deep sense of inadequacy. and (hopefully) an ever growing understanding of grace...