Welcome Home

Last night, I returned to home-base, the Windy City – Chicago, Illinois after spending nearly six months in East Africa. 

I woke up at home this morning and thought I was dreaming. I thought if I fell back asleep, I would wake up in Nairobi with the sound of that irritating rooster crowing again. 

I found myself missing the arrival of Amina (our maid) at 8 in the morning. I miss her asking if I would like some masala chai before getting dressed for work. I miss coming home to a spotless room and I definitely miss my perfectly ironed jeans. 

I miss not having to look at the weather forecast (because everyday is a beautiful day in Nairobi). I miss saying “Jambo!” to everyone I saw in the morning on my way to work. I miss having a personal banker and never having to wait in line at the bank. I miss my weekly trips to the flower stand in Westlands.

I miss escaping to Town for lunch and people watching in the middle of a workday. I miss munching on cold sugar cane cubes in the evenings. I miss my Royal family and our regular Wednesday night dinners. 

I’m experiencing withdrawal from life in Nairobi. Readjusting to home is going to take some time…and when I’ve had a chance to settle back in, it’s going to be time to pack my suitcases again. I hope. Or rather, “God-willing,” as Amina would say. 

“I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold, service was joy.”  -Tagore


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