Before I left Africa, my supervisor called Ethiopia a trunk that I could open and revisit from time to time as a reminder of the year I had spent there. He warned against living in that trunk. I did ask if it were okay to hide inside that trunk on occasion. "Of course," he said. Well, today is one of those times. I want to forget all about America and all the decisions I'm supposed to be making. Opening the lid. Crawling inside.