Being away as meant missing a lot.
I’ve missed weddings, babies being born, graduations, and other big life events in those dear to me.
My heart is will all of you in the States. I think of the countless meals shared and laughs heard and open arms with falling tears. I think of the nights spent talking about our hopes and dreams. I think of the roadtrips and coffee breaks. I think of all the little moments in between. And I long for you.
But my heart is also here. Among the dirt roads and roaming chickens. Among the speeding motorcycles and overcrowded mini busses. Among the hugs and kisses of my little children. Of the laughs and language struggles of my local friends. Under the view of Mt Meru and the jacaranda trees. My heart is here.