Although I’ve been blogging the trip itself, I haven’t said much about reentering the States other than I am already missing my newfound friends in Africa. I remember pieces and moments of our trip each day, and am continuing to process it all little by little. This afternoon, as I finally got around to unpacking my Kenya bag, I was hit with a major whiff of memories, literally. All were induced by scents that still remain in items packed in that duffel. God has given me the ability to slowly, softly take in much of my time in Africa. But today, the smells of my week overseas nearly brought me to tears, while a pit instantly took residence in my stomach. It hasn’t been there since standing outside the airport, viewing the rapturous Nairobi sunset one last time.
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