In January 2007 I had an interview at Oasis for my job in Mozambique. I took the train up for the meeting but then spent the rest of the day wandering around. It’s one of those things that I normally enjoy doing on my own but felt a bit odd that day with the events of Christmas break still fresh, the reality that I had indeed made the decision to pursue Africa instead of return to Houston to settle down, and the brand new possibility of going to a country I knew nothing about. Plus it was a gloomy day. But I did what I normally enjoy doing in London: wandering a new market, walking along the river, sight-seeing, and people-watching.
This photo is unfortunately not very well-taken, but it’s my favorite because of the couple in it. They were walking along very slowly holding hands, doing their shopping, oblivious of the crowds. I was sitting on a curb eating something, watching everyone rush around, mostly young people. Then I noticed this couple, and they were just so sweet, the wife taking care of her husband. I wanted to know their story. I simultaneously felt really happy and really sad. Really happy to know that couples like that do exist, even in the hustle and bustle of a major city. And I wanted whatever they had. That’s also the part that made me kind of sad. Also sad to know that what they had probably wouldn’t last very much longer.