AKA the calm after the storm. Kinda.
Uganda was life changing. Well, if you read my Africa blog, you'd understand. (MULTIPLE BLOGS?! Whatever, its fine... but its here. BACKPACK JOURNALISM)could think of. But mostly laughter, which is what sticks out the most. We grew to love each other. We became a family.
But how do you leave a close-knit fam like that, and come back to the first world?
It isn't easy.
Post-Africa/Class has been something that I have been struggling with. Seeing life how we live it, getting caught up in how I lived previously, but with one small difference. At random times throughout the days, I will remember faces. I will see what I remember from Africa, and wish that I could be with them. People who will probably not remember me have become a part of my daily life. All I can hope is that some day I will be able to change their life, since they have changed mine.
It isn't easy.
Post-Africa/Class has been something that I have been struggling with. Seeing life how we live it, getting caught up in how I lived previously, but with one small difference. At random times throughout the days, I will remember faces. I will see what I remember from Africa, and wish that I could be with them. People who will probably not remember me have become a part of my daily life. All I can hope is that some day I will be able to change their life, since they have changed mine.
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