Perhaps it is because my family moved around so much that I never mind being away. Or perhaps I’ve become older and I know that I have to find my own life now. Or maybe it is the fact that I have found good times, good friends and exciting new traditions that causes my mood to shift every time I think that eventually I’ll have to leave.
I have returned. Before I left on this trip, my parents explained to their friends that I was not going to Africa, but instead, I was returning.
Electric outage. Will write more later.