I stated this book two years ago and put it down one day only to pick it back up today. I was supposed to finish it today. Someone's heart is burning- are not all of our hearts a fire in one way or another???? There was a moment in the book where she says "How could I explain my strange life to him? How could I tell yet another person here with everything that had been given to me, I was still restless and unsatisfied? That I felt driven to wander the earth in search of some elusive key that would unlock that chamber of my own happiness? How could I explain that I chose physical hardship; dysentery, heat rash, dizzying rides in crowded vehicles down bumpy potholed roads- hardship he had no choice but to endure- that I chose all of this, because it was the only thing that made me feel truly alive?"

Somehow- I know about this. I am a happy person however- there is something that happens to me while I am on my own adventures. I am alive in a way I cannot describe. While I definately suffer as she describes and maybe there have been times where I have been even worse- I would not trade it. There is something defining about all of it- everytime I return home I return with another little part of myself that somehow got away and was carried afar on the wind.