I looked at the calendar this morning and couldn't believe it. Its officially been one year since I moved back to the states from Africa. A whole year. It went by so fast. True confession: up until about last month I would tell people "Yeah, I just moved back from Africa...." It still feels like I did, but no longer can that be an excuse of why I don't know things like who Justin Bieber is, what ipads are, or why I sometimes drive on the wrong side of the road.... A year is a long time. It is crazy to think of where a year can take you. A year ago, I never would have expected that I would be where I am today. Richmond wasn't even on my radar except for an internship I would be taking with Casey Templeton for the month of October. I'm now on the brink of moving into my apartment, gearing up for a beautiful summer in Richmond, growing in the friendships I've made this year, and looking forward making new ones. I feel blessed by where I am today.
Throughout this year, I've never once had a day go by where I've not thought about Africa. Some days more than others. As you may be able to tell through my blog or conversations with me, Africa is so deeply apart of who I am. Its not a fashion statement or a fleeting charity to care upon, its simply apart of my story. I hope I can get back there soon...I so miss that land and the people within.
