I feel adjusted, I think I'm adjusted to being back in America. But I slowly Ive come to realize Im far from it.
I don't think I ever got to process everything after I got back from the first trip, and then I went on the road for about 2 months before turning right around and hoping on a plane back to Africa.
Since I've been back, I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I could snap out of it long enough to see and catch up with friends, but there was and still is this underlying discontentment and unhappiness.
I think that living in Africa, as crazy as it would get sometimes, gave me a sense of stability and normalcy that I've never had before. I miss it. I miss the peace, I miss the contentment that I felt, and what makes it so difficult is not knowing how to make that my life here. Or even a piece of it, I don't need the whole thing.
I struggle with knowing what that looks like. All I can do is pray and take baby steps in the hopes that God has a plan for this time and where He's trying to take me.
My other goal is to post about all the things we did in Ethiopia in July and August with Mocha Club since I couldn't update my blog from there. So that will hopefully come soon.
Thanks to whoever took the time to read this. I appreciate you letting me vent and begin the processing.
Some of the things I miss
Ambo street boys who now have a home. Last year there were only 4, now there's 11!
My little man Elia
The Oasis kids in Kenya
My favorite person in the world, my munchkin
Some of the street boys we worked with in Ambo, Ethiopia through Mocha Club
Mocha Club One Month Team