My time in the states flew by. With every passing day my mixed feelings about returning to Rwanda grew. I missed everyone in Rwanda, but when I’m in Rwanda I miss everyone in the states. It’s not exactly convenient having your heart in two places.
When the day came for me to board the plane, I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to get on it. I’m not a crier, but suddenly I became that girl. You know, that girl that cries in the middle of the airport making everyone else around her incredibly uncomfortable? Yeah, that was me. When I was actually on the plane I was imagining
telling screaming at everyone that I had to get off, and running to do so. I decided against it though, you know, to avoid the whole security threat thing, and instead buckled up and tried my darnedest not to cry again.
Now that I'm back in Rwanda I am happy to report all those not-so-fuzzy-feelings are gone. On the 3 hour bus ride home to Gisenyi, looking out the window, I was reminded of why I'm here. I have a purpose here and because of that I am best self here. So while I already miss everyone back in the states, I am not only confident this is where I am supposed to be, but I am happy to be here.