Finding Momentum

The tran­si­tion back home hasn’t been easy. It’s been hard to get used to the hustle-and-bustle of life here after com­ing back from such a piv­otal life experience.

I don’t want to for­get Africa. I can’t. I need to remem­ber, I need to remem­ber the sim­plic­ity of liv­ing. The end­less skies. Friends to chill with when you come home to. Sarah liv­ing a cou­ple hun­dred feet away. Wak­ing up with a vibrant pas­sion and sin­gu­lar purpose.

Here, things are dif­fer­ent. If life in Africa was a com­fort­able stroll, life in the States is doing 90MPH on the free­way. I sup­pose I’m hav­ing lane-merge problems.

So it’s time to do taxes. And it’s time to start work. And don’t for­get to take care of the yard. Oh, friends aren’t as acces­si­ble as they once were. And I still haven’t put roots down in a church com­mu­nity. And your family’s spread out across a cou­ple of continents.

I feel like my mind and my heart are scat­tered over a mil­lion dif­fer­ent peo­ple and places, and it’s frus­trat­ing. I need to focus. I need to hear. In many ways, I still haven’t felt like I’ve come back home–I’m some­where between depart­ing and arriving.