flying back...

So I’m sitting here at the Amsterdam airport, realizing I haven’t updated in a very long while. The reason for this is because I have been wanting to spend this last week with the people and in the country I have fallen in love with as much as possible, without feeling like I have to update my blog. I have just wanted to enjoy life.

Also, I read my last post just to get my bearings on what all I would like to cover / the last thing I wrote about, and realized that I still have a lot to learn about letting go of my plans and that this might be a lesson I will be trying to learn my entire life.

Disclaimer: this post may not make much sense, and might be a little scattered because as of right now I can’t really figure out what’s going on in my head.

Anyways, this week we did our usual projects, and I went to most of them, all while having the most amazing time with the most amazing people. It has truly been a blessing to meet and be friends with all of them. There is something so special and unique about living with people who are all striving towards one purpose, who have one goal, one passion, one love: Christ. I feel like this is what makes summer camps so life-changing, mission trips so unique and inspiring. It is on these “getaways” that you don’t have to search very hard to find someone you really grow to absolutely love, someone you want to know and talk to about everything for the rest of your life, much less simply find someone you’re compatible with. The people who are living right beside you are the people you've been searching for your entire life, the people who's passions and dreams match your own and make you even more excited to carry on with life and fulfill these dreams, to live passionately. This is a feeling I already miss. I miss waking up and walking through the cockroach-infested kitchen, and while preparing my breakfast getting hugs from all my amazing friends and answering their questions about my night, positive they all genuinely would care if something had went wrong. I miss the beat of the African drums calling us all to worship before we humble ourselves in serving our God. I miss the feeling of shamelessness as we all moved and sang in whichever way the Spirit led, because we all felt that same tug on our hearts. I miss being at the projects and catching one of my teammates watching me with proud looks on their faces, or capturing my precious moments on their cameras, as I did the same to them. We really loved each other, and saw so much joy and love in the work we were doing that we couldn't help but be encouraging and supportive of one another.

This is automatically the first thing I missed as I walked out of the comfort of my beautiful, amazing, inspiring friend's arms and into the cold, westernized airport. This is the first thing I thought about as the tears fell from my face while reading the letters that they had wrote to me.

I'm about to board my next flight from Amsterdam to Chicago so this is the last thing I will leave you with. I will update about the best and worst day of my 2 months later, and probably a week after I have been back I will update with my thoughts on America, we'll see how that goes.

[Nkwagala Uganda and all that comes with it.]