Anyway, I flew back to the States two days before my sister left. I was excited to see her, excited about running water, an oven, endless baking supplies. I was home for one week when a tropical storm came through and knocked out the electricity, and the water. I was again without running water and cooking over a fire. So I decided it was time to come to Durham. Sweet Suzanne flew up to CT and we drove back together. We arrived to a house full of friends, art-in-progress, and yummy food. I can't imagine a better homecoming.
While I was in Uganda thinking about coming home, I felt like God told me I would love the next two years of my life, and so far, I do. I love my friends, love being this age, love the opportunities I have, and am excited about the loose plans I have for the next few years. I'm busy with work (I waitress), volunteering, friends, baking and little side business-y things. And also this:
Hey, that's a very important part of being a 20-something.