A decade ago I stopped living in Africa. I left the community that blessed me. I left the community that sometimes made me a little nuts. A decade ago my life changed direction without prior notification.
Actually the tailspin started 9 years ago yesterday as a plummet, and then 9 years ago today it became a full nose-dive tail-spin kind of thing.
Homesickness for what no longer exists continually crept into my heart over the last few days.
Six years ago was a while ago. Somedays it feels like yesterday. Somedays it feels like another lifetime ago.
Six years ago last week right after I agreed to that, Travis realized he’d lost his passport. Six years ago last week I was in charge of getting Travis a new passport.
Six years ago yesterday I forgot the promise I’d made to Travis and his Mom. Six years ago today I left Africa with a mixture of relief and profound sadness.
Six years ago today I felt safer than I had in a week.
Six years ago today, “Hello Ma’am.” were some of the best words I’d heard in a long time. Six years ago today we drove 10 hours to get what to what was usually no more than 90 minutes away.
Six years ago tonight I shut down my phone and took a last look around my apartment. Six years ago tonight I tried to decide what to grab and try to stuff into the carry-on I was allowed to leave with.
Six years ago today the gunfire was so loud and so close I thought “they” were hunting us. Six years ago today I lay under a table in the dining hall my arms linked with two former students who were now staff. Six years ago today I watched the tracer bullets fly by the window in both directions, but mostly from East to West.