I have always wanted to be a writer who gets paid to see the world, meet interesting people, and report on things that people don’t know or get to see firsthand as well as experience new and relatively dangerous things. The first problem with this is that I am not a great writer- ask my mom who edited a lot of my college papers! But just the other day I came across this blog that inspired me to give this a shot. It was not the blogger encouraging me to do it but the fact that I found myself reading through her archives of blogs all the way back to 2007 and I was genuinely interested in what was happening. I have always been the person that thinks no one really cares to read stories, opinions and whatever else that person puts on their blog. Do people really care to read this stuff? For the sake of not getting your hopes up I will hold off on giving the address of the blog that inspired me.
Christmas Leave:
Finally, December 10th arrived and I was on a jet plane heading to the good ol’ US of A. I had spent that last couple weeks planning out what we would do for my three weeks home, based solely off the locations of restaurants that I wanted to eat at within close proximity of family and friends. I arrived at DFW Airport
In the midst of all the craziness, though, I quite enjoyed my time at home, eating, being with my wife, family and friends. It was all very encouraging. I love the time I spend with my wife. We have our moments of laughter, arguments, tears or hurt, joy and completely random tears (not my random tears;). It’s a wonderful life that we have and an even more wonderful journey that we are on together. During our time apart we did our best to communicate through email and SMS messages or text messaging for the 1st world peeps. We managed to study 1 Corinthians together, discuss topics from “His Brain Her Brain” without killing each otherJ. Distance really does make the heart grow fonder. Family can be overwhelming especially if you are only home for a short time. But my family was fun, enthusiastic and mostly gave me the right-of-way with what to do, eat or see. The only exception was my mother-in-law who does not allow anyone to watch TV which meant for the first time in weeks that I missed English football games. But I still love her dearlyJ.
The three weeks home went by in the blink of an eye. I enjoyed my last week with my dear sweet bride, resting, shopping for last minute stuff and just overall hanging out. Saying good-bye is always hard. This is especially true for me. When I used to first say good-bye to MA at airports, I would get teary-eyed and we would spend hours sitting with each other in front of security and always being the last to board the plane. Now I am an expert. I have her drop me off at departures and take off running. This way I don’t have time to get teary-eyed or even worse, to cry. I saw the beginning of 2012 on a plane full of people whom I did not know at a time I was not sure where I was or what time zone I was in. The only thing I know for sure is that somehow 2011 turned into 2012 by the time I reached London . The flight has quite a bit of distance to cover to get back to Uganda . First to London then to Entebbe which is two eight and a half hour flights including a three hour layover.
Once I was back, Uganda felt like home except for the heat, dirt, loads of traffic, crowded streets and a lot fewer choices for everything. Oh yeah and less power, internet, and phone service. So… maybe not the same at-home-like feeling. Thank God for the normal things such as friends, Settlers of Catan, and Premier League Football to help me adjust to being back. To start off, I will spend two weeks in Kampala working out issues and attending a manager’s training. Then I will head back to Moroto, which is even hotter and dryer, where I will patiently wait for my bride to join me in February. And I guess I will have some work to do as well, finishing food distributions from 2011 and planning for 2012.
Seth
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