I never knew I would feel such a connection to Africa in such a short time. Having loved Africa for as long as I can remember I knew I would one day go, yet now that my time in Tanzania is over and I am coming home I feel like I need more. More of Africa, more of the people and more of all Africa’s countries have to offer.
Coming home may be more of a shock then Africa was supposed to be. This simple life that became so natural and easy to live by isn’t possible at home. I am not ready to leave Tanzania, this place that I can call home.
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Sitting in the JFK airport in NY I can over hear conversations about things that do not matter. Behind me there is a teenage girl complaining to her mother about the wrong coffee she received, and how she refuses to drink it. These are the things I am not ready to be around again. Yet as the minutes pass by my arrival time becomes closer. I must now conquer myself at home, not conforming to the life I only once knew.
Love this post Joc. I still struggle with this, ever since the first day I stepped foot in Africa 6 years ago. Your writing sums it up so well though! Love you:)
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