Family

(Hilarious that the only picture of us all together is on a heap of tires at Del Oso farms! Classy!)

It is rare that I am jealous of the average Zambia. Their lives are so physically difficult. But today as I drove home from dropping Thomas at school I was behind a large, open-bed truck full of women being hauled off to some work project. I was so incredibly envious of them at that moment.

Maybe it is the fog of exhaustion caused by jet lag, or the endless comments from my four year old begging me to go back to Grandma’s tomorrow (obviously the 30 hour flight didn’t phase him much), or saying how much he loves our house in Yuma or simply saying, “mom, I want to go home.” Whatever the cause, it tugs at my heart strings and makes me jealous of these women who are home: sitting in the back of a truck off to do manual labor for eight hours with their friends, neighbors and family.

I think home is more about the people than the place (although lets give a shout out for the general ease of life in America). I loved my time home, wish I could have seen more of my loved ones and can’t wait for my next trip back. But, until then, this will be my home and I am happy to fill my heart with the people I meet here – there are so many I love already and I know there are more to meet along the way. But, you better watch out you Raynors and Sherrys…cause in three years I am coming home and I am going to park myself in one of your yards, neighborhoods, beaches or basements and never leave!