It's been a seven days since I landed in Lilongwe and my five weeks in America seem like a dream.
Saying goodbye at the airport wasn't any easier but this time a little less dramatic. dryer eyes, shorter hugs. We're old pros by now! I encountered zero problems traveling from Dayton to Lilongwe. In the capital I was greeted by Carly, who escorted me back to Khwawa. We made it to our house on Sunday morning and I was thankful to be able to sleep in my own bed that night. Jet lag has been tough and I think I'm just now getting over it; glad that I have a week-long buffer before school begins.
I've had a week to think back about all the things I was able to do during my visit home and I am overwhelmed with gratitude to those who made these events happen. I went on vacation with my family, visited friends in Kent (and Seven Hills!), was invited to speak at my church, welcomed guests for a backyard party, and participated in the baptism of my niece/goddaughter. I played golf and went to the aquarium. I'm still amazed at the amount of people I was able to visit with and the things I was able to do.
Thank you to those who took me out to a meal, made me food, donated funds to help me throughout the next year, or pledged to send a package. The support I received during my time home heart-warming and will stay with me for months to come.
I've woken up and it's back to reality. Building fires and tucking in bed nets. I'm back.
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