My youngest nephew reminded me that I have seen him exactly 3
times since he has been born. He is now
7 years old. I am one of the worst aunties
ever. But what made it even more
terrible is that he was so amazing and sweet and loved me like I had never been
gone during my most recent visit. He even started plotting my return
to America. Asking his mom (my sister)
why I didn’t live there and insisting they come to help me pack my things up in
Africa so that I could move into the house next door in 2019. Yes, I had a little bit of guilt.
This is what I miss about living in America. I can’t say that I miss the intensity. I got off the plane and immediately was
yelled at for being in the wrong queue (after being told that I was in the
right queue by a different person). It’s hard to be back and
not have an intense reaction (both good and bad) to everything. Sometimes I would just exist in this state of shock and not be able to make a decision. Or I had the opposite reaction and bought everything
in sight. I mean I really needed one
thousand hair ties, right?
I was home for 2 weeks and went to Colorado, Arizona, Louisiana
and New York (2 times). Since I've been back in Lusaka, people have been
asking if I feel “rested.” No, not
really. I feel sad that I didn’t get to
see some friends and like I should have spent more time…with everyone. Life as an expat is not always perfect but it
does come with some pretty amazing benefits.
I will just have to remind myself of all the reasons why I love living
here when I’m not as depressed and tired and don't miss my friends and family so much.
I did post some pictures over there so take a look. Love to everyone and miss you all!
