awkward family photos

Having a bad day.?
Looking at photos of yourself and not really liking the way they turned out?

I have something here that just might help…

this is normal, right?!

So, if you think you look awkward in photos, just look at this and how great we look:)

 

much love

 

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how to describe more than just a trip

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:)

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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.

IMG_6133so 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.

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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.

IMG_6248with Favour – isn’t her smile beautiful?!

 

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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.

 

much love

 

 

then the hat dropped

I’m not a crier.
You can ask any of my room-mates from university.  One of them would be crying about something, I would feel the same emotion, just without tears.
I am so much so not a crier, that one of my team-mates on the WorldRace dubbed my theme song, “Heartless.”
Apparently not crying during the 11 months of the race is not normal.

But if I’m not a crier, why do I find tears welling up in my eyes so often recently?
I didn’t think it would be easy to leave Uganda.
I guess I just didn’t think it would be this hard.

Not only is the weather a shock to my system,
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and -9 is not even the coldest it has been here:)

 

But I feel like every aspect of my life has been changed and effected by this transition
food
people
daily routines
spoken language
music
topics of conversation
lack of dancing here

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a little over a month ago I was eating fresh corn on the cob and mangos from right outside | now I am wearing hats and making snow ice-cream

 

Not that all of these changes are bad, but more-so overwhelming.
Really, that’s the way I feel much of the time, overwhelmed.
But I can’t stay in that place.

 

Do I miss my family and friends in Mukono?
You bet.
Do I have weird cravings for Ugandan food that cannot be met by anything American?
Definitely.

But I think all of that is normal.
At least it is becoming my normal.
(Along with having tears in my eyes when I look at pictures or have random memories from Uganda:)
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like this one of Saufa who would come in the office every day to hang out and get a high-five

 

As I miss my African life, I need to continue processing all that God has taken me through.
I may not know what lies ahead in my journey, but that is okay.
I can’t worry about it.

 

much love!