There’s no place like home. I am back after doing a lot of traveling in Ethiopia - and even though it is a place I feel truly connected to, there’s nothing like your own bed with clean sheets, lit candles in the dining room, episodes of Arrested Development and three month old magazines from my last visit to the real world. And soon I am off again - I have a delicious Christmas break to look forward to, and I really can not f****** wait!!
I have certainly not chosen the easiest places to travel between, and after quite a few weeks far out in Ethiopia, sometimes sleeping in roach infected guesthouses, and other times in a tent, I am beat. Tired to the bone.
There’s much more to tell. I was back in Nairobi for Thanksgiving, and had friends visiting. We baked squash with stuffing, there was macaroni and cheese and brussels sprouts. Walter and Dayo came from New York to visit for Thanksgiving. He showed up with a frozen turkey at 4pm, suggesting we could just run hot water to defrost it. We cooked, drank, ate, talked endlessly and even danced - it was a thankful celebration, even if we didn’t have turkey that day!
Which reminds me: I am very happy that I have a house with plenty of space now! I already had some house guests, and no one has complained about the frequent water rationing, power cuts, or when there’s actually power, the intermittent internet connection. The good life is alive and well.
Christmas back in Norway will be amazing. I need to re-connect with my loved ones, and probably myself. Time for bed. I missed it very much.