Namirembe
Well, I’m leaving soon. And, I don’t mean in the proverbial sense as I am often to post. I mean passports. I mean continents. I’m going to get visas stamped. I’m boarding airplanes.
I’m going back.
I'll be playing football
Everything’s in order. The bags are packed. The schedules confirmed. And, it’s as good a time as any to let you know.
I’m going back to Uganda.
There will be pictures: ones of remarkable reunions, I hope. Ones where the children in the pictures before are taller and older. Ones were the sun sets orange and red and rises purple. Ones where you can see my heart on my sleeve, pulsing with each arm I wrap around friends and family I haven’t seen in three years.
And, I’m planning on words, on filling Moleskine notebooks with the smell of diesel exhaust and the sounds of the marketplace. I’m planning on words in familiar but forgotten languages. And, I’m planning on you, following along, as many steps of the way as you can manage.
Plane leaves tomorrow, and I’m taking you with me.
ones where we don’t have a strict schedule to stick to, where nothing is for certain and yet life goes on. where life is so simple and yet there is a lot to celebrate- in laughter and in dance. even the power and the water and yes- even the internet is no guarantee and yet we can joke about it all. everything here is so much smaller- (except idle land) and hope only hope in the future is so big. nice having you and picking up from where we stopped on our favorite authors and novels.