Here we are on the Eastwood hotel, 34 floors up. On my right, I have a window to a river and earlier I saw a stick raft rowing past. There are literal shacks on the banks and I've seen a few little kids playing in it. Literally, right across the little river is a lot of poverty.
On my left is the hotel, which connects via second floor to Eastwood Shopping mall. I'd say that you just compare it to a giant version of Legends, Zona Rosa and Plaza in Kansas City, except it's all private property.
I'm in serious trouble, guys. It's "morning" (read as nighttime but my version of morning) and I feel like sleeping. I sincerely hope that's OK, but really, I'm just hurting myself by passing out right now. Will try to push through. I'm hesitant to unpack because we are probably switching to an apartment soon. I'm looking forward to an apartment because I won't have to dress up to eat breakfast and because it will feel like I really live here, instead of feeling guilty for having a luxury apartment right across from people who live in shacks.
At least that's what I'll tell myself....
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