How do I tell you more about my trip back home?
I could give you a play-by-play of every moment, from landing at Entebbe and having to wait over an hour in line for my visa to officially enter the country of Uganda, until we finally said the goodbyes we had been putting off saying outside the departure doors at the same airport one week later.
Yes, that would be one way.
But for me, it’s the little stories; the not-so big moments.
Those are what make me smile.
The things I will remember the most.
Those are what made my trip what it was.
I hadn’t been to Mukono since May of 2014. In one year’s time, kids can grow.
Arriving at the house I call home there, two of the three kids were back from school. Both Ronnie and Joet are tall now. Ronnie is right under my chin, and proudly, he can pick me up and carry me (a goal of his for some time now:)
Joet, Kata, and Ronnie – taking fun photos with me before church
I was even able to go to visitation day to see the oldest from my house. I hadn’t seen her since I first left at the end of December 2013. We feasted and laughed with her, enjoying stories and being able to spend those precious few moments before they made all visitors leave.
so good to see this one again
Like I said in my previous blog, it was as if we picked up where things had been left off. I answered questions about Korea, my family, and life. They filled me in on the happenings there.
There was no awkward, “I don’t know where I belong” feeling.
reunited and it feels so good
laughter always ensues when I am with Justine:)
There have been a number of babies born in the community since my last visit. It was great to finally meet and hold them.
with Favour – isn’t her smile beautiful?!
and this is Jeremiah – I couldn’t wait to meet him!
On Sunday, when I was greeting the church and telling them about what has been happening in my life and such, I taught them how to greet in Korean. I made sure they knew, you don’t just say the words, but you also bow.
I had people bowing and sputtering through their version of annyeong haseyo for the remainder of the week.
It was so great.
I’m sure I could keep going.
Jumping back into life there felt so normal. From helping cook dinners at the house and ironing and mending clothes again, to being back at the school.
It was so great to see my friends and family there. And I am incredibly thankful for the time, even if it was so short.
There have been changes and progress made at the school, but I think I’ll save that for next time.