We arrived back in Chicago a week ago yesterday. Although it's good to be home, we REALLY miss Uganda and our friends. Of course, this was entirely predictable. Still, I think of something that I'd like to tell Cecilia or Elizabeth and they're not around to tell.
I miss avocados, pineapple, beans, and tomatoes. Yes, we have most of the stuff, but it doesn't taste as good as what we ate in Uganda. I miss friends and the beauty of the green hills. I miss drums at mass. I miss the view of Lake Victoria from the front gate of UMU.
I don't miss cats yowling at night, the electricity going out just as I step in the tub on a dark night, and teenage boys who won't take a hint and go home.
Right now I'm actually at the Woods (motherhouse of my community--the Sisters of Providence of St. Mary-of-the-Woods). It's good to be with my community. I missed them when I was in Uganda. Of course, now that I'm here, I miss Uganda.
I guess that's life.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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