6.9.10
After a ton of prayer and consideration, I have decided that I am really ready to come home. I had tentatively planned to return to the states in August but I miss home and, to be honest, I am burnt out. My health has been really bad recently as well. It hasn’t been an easy choice, but I know I need to go home. I changed my ticket and will be leaving June 15th. It feels so bitter sweet. I’m extremely excited to see family and friends but terrified to leave the kids here. Walking down chaotic market road I was looking at the motorcycles, street vendors, giant potholes and abundance of fresh fruit and it hit me; this will no longer be my reality. Goats, chickens and little children screaming “mzungu” will be replaced by McDonalds and television. I’m not sure what it will be like to just be another white person. Frankly, I’m scared that I won’t be able to adjust back to the American lifestyle. At the same time, America is exciting. I don’t exactly know how to feel about it all.
One of my biggest struggles here has been my health. I cant stay healthy here. I got malaria for the first time and today I woke up with a cough and fever. It seems like one things after another. I’m excited to get home, see a real doctor and get healthy.
There are chickens everywhere here. And they all wander around freely. But at the end of the day, they all know where home is and wander back. I guess that’s the place I am at. I now its time to go home. Well back to one of the places I call home.
