Journeying home. Sitting in the Kigali Airport which is oddly shaped sort of like a movie theater with this strange concourse where all six “gates” (doors to the tarmac) converge. We are all sitting facing these doors, with little to look at but a large digital billboard. New things everyday! New places especially. Hills, a thousand of them. And middle schoolers. And carbs. And only a few mosquitoes. And the dearest friends a gal could have, really.
Just writing to let you all know that I’ve been in Rwanda for all of 2017 so far and I feel so many things about it, but at the moment I’m feeling impatient and wanting to hide away for a thousand years with only my husband and unlimited Papa John’s.
Love to you, reader here. It’s a whole new year, thirteen days later. And the world is big. More soon. For now, a flight or two.