A few weeks ago I showed you a few photos of Djiboutian life in rural areas. Here are just a few pictures of life in the city. I love how this has become my normal, things that might seem exotic to outsiders but are really just life. Like how snow and oak trees and robins feel exotic to people who didn’t grow up in Minnesota. Just life. Everywhere is just life. Exotic is for the ‘other,’ for looking in from the outside. It is an immense privilege to be able to look at such vastly different places and see neither as exotic. Endlessly interesting, sure. But in the end, just life.





 This is our city, the place that has adopted us and to which we are constantly adapting.