My life seems so boring compared to my sister's

My sister posted on her blog last night and that set me thinking today. I got a bit discouraged because I wish I was a writer like she is. Somehow she made a can of mushrooms into a life problem that she had to solve, a lesson she had to learn. She always seems to think of something interesting to write about, or somehow makes a non interesting thing become interesting. 

My life seems so boring compared to my sister's. 

That's when I realized that I'm the one in Paraguay while my sister is living normal life in Saskatchewan. 

So maybe my life isn't boring. Especially right now. But my sister's talent is to make everyday, mundane topics into a blog post while my writing talent is more in stating the basic facts. And that's what I need to accept. And not try so hard to be something different.

I had the perfect post idea a few months ago. I tried writing it up a few times and never seemed to get much passed the first few sentences. Now I look back and it doesn't seem like such a good idea any more. Now I see that it was a very cliché new missionary teacher idea. My topic was somewhere along the 'North Americans are so privileged and don't even realize it' line and I wanted to preach everyone a sermon they would not forget with examples that brought tears to their eyes and never let them forget for a moment for the rest of their lives how good they have life. Well, now I'm facing leaving this place, and while I do still think North Americans are over privileged, I'm realizing how good these people have it here. And maybe they don't even realize it.

And I've found out again what I've been told and known for most of my life. People are people the whole world over and have wants and wishes and dislikes and personalities the same be they from North, East, South or West. I've found out that friends are friends, and it's always going to be hard to say goodbye, and to leave.