Reflect.

How do I even try and wrap up my month long trip to Uganda? The whole thing was just perfect. The apartment, the city, the people, all of it. Sounds so cheesy, but for reals. It was crazy. And to think about it in terms of me and Eddie, we wont ever have another chunk of time like that. The both of us basically on vacation, hanging out, just seeing what the day would bring. What an incredible opportunity to just ease into each others lives, like I said, perfect.

I guess now as I'm sitting here in my living room, I'm just thinking of the hours spent in the car, driving down a road, watching the Ugandan sun drop behind the hills. In Uganda, you can usually get a good gauge of what time it is because the sun is up at seven and drops at seven. Clockwork. That doesn't though help with what is lovingly referred to as 'elastic time.' Since being home, my heart, and brain, and most everything else, forever drifts back to the place that captured me. I hate speaking in these cliche riddles, but I just don't have the words.

 I wish I could put you in the car and drive you to the spot in the road where the sun was just peaking through the trees, I wish I could let you smell the chicken soup cooking over the charcoal stove, and I wish I could introduce you to Eddie, who I would ask to say Hurt, Heart, Hut, and Hard (it's all about that accent...) and make you figure out what means what. But I cant. I just don't have the money to get us all on the plane. But. I ask that you will continue to walk and pray with me as I seek the next step in this Ugandan adventure.