As they say, all good things must come to an end. It's crazy to think that 2 months flew by so quickly. But to be honest I was ready to come home. I wasn't in a rush to leave Africa, but when it was time, I felt at peace to be going.
My flight back to Miami was a combined 26 hours with one short 2 hour layover in Dubai. A flight that long sounds miserable, but I was actually quite comfortable. God heard my prayers and I got practically an entire row all to myself so I was able to lay down and get some sleep which killed a decent amount of time. Plus, I flew with Emirates, the sort of "luxury" brand when it comes to airlines. All in all, a very smooth journey.
When it came down to the last two hours before landing, I got really really antsy. I spent a portion of the time looking at all the photos from the trip, watching videos I had taken of my babies in Ghana, and just reminiscing about those good times. But then I began reminiscing about my life at home. My family, my friends. And of course, my boyfriend. I didn't realize how much I missed him until it was almost time to see him again. I literally jumped up out of my seat the moment the plane landed. I felt like I couldn't wait even a second longer to see him again.
Jimmy was ready and waiting when I arrived. He brought flowers and a sweet card with him. The old saying "Home is where the heart is" is definitely true. I was home.
I've been back for two days and it all still seems so surreal. I find myself thinking back to specific moments of the trip. This morning I woke up remembering the spectacular view from atop Table Mountain in Cape Town. Last night as I lay holding my two stuffed animals - one of which Jimmy bought me while I was away - I reminisced about holding Nkansah and Joy back at the orphanage in Ghana. On my first day back, I took a long hot shower. But not without feeling a tad bit guilty for wasting water when i know there is a water crisis/drought in Cape Town. I also began brainstorming about how I am going to fundraise enough money to sponsor a child form the orphanage I was in in Tanzania.
I imagine it will be like this for a while. Maybe even forever. This trip left such a mark on me. It was honestly the best thing I've ever done to date. I am so extremely grateful to have had that experience. I will never ever forget it.
At the same time, I feel good that I am back home. I'm happy that Jimmy and I have been able to pick up where we left off, as if I never even left. I think that shows great strength in our relationship. Since I've been back, we literally have only binged on chips and salsa while also binge watching the show "Stranger Things" on Netflix. I haven't left the house much. But I am content for now in my little bubble.
Anyway, I have a lot of writing and updating to do. There is just so much to say. I better get started.