P.S. There's no place like home, there's no place
Trip Start Mar 16, 2012
17Trip End Apr 18, 2012
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Here it is, Denise! You asked for a 'P.S.' with more pictures and a final blurb.
We've been home a week and it has been (seemingly) a more difficult transition than the culture shock of arriving in Uganda. They say you need one day for every time zone change to get over jet lag. Well let me tell you! The things you can accomplish between 0200 hrs and 0400 hrs are amazing. In the 7 days (and nites) I've been home I've written a ten page paper summarizing my work experience in Lacor, edited thousands of pictures, cleaned all my camera gear of the insidious red Ugandan dirt, put away all my travel gear, worked 5 days, done laundry, gotten my hair done....well, you get the picture. Sleep has not been on my agenda! Hopefully, with a little pharmaceutical assistance, I may be able to finally get back on track this weekend
This experience has given me 'fresh eyes'. I think/hope I can be a little more objective with my priorities in my personal and work life now that I have seen how 'the other half lives'. Not that I was previously intentionally negligent, but one looses perspective when one has 'everything' in life. I hope this awe and wonderment at how fortunate we are here in North America stays with me for a little while. I want to appreciate the 'little things' a little longer. Things like my bed, a full fridge, clean water, a toilet (!)............. need I go on?
Everyone keeps asking if I had a 'fun' time on my vacation. It was not exactly a vacation and I do not think I would call it 'fun' exactly. I did love my experience. Would I go back? It has taken me a week to be able to even entertain the possibility.............the jury is still out on that one. Do I regret going? NO! Did I learn anything? I wouldn't know where to begin telling you all that I learned. What was the best part? I don't know. I think making my new friends was the best part. Morning walks and seeing the sun rise over the mud huts. Evenings sitting under the mango tree with a lukewarm Nile beer in my hand discussing the daily events while lightening flashed in the distance and the fruit bats dropped half eaten mangos at my feet narrowly missing my head
VJH staffing just called interrupting my reverie. Do I want to pick up an extra shift tomorrow............no, I don't think so. Still need to get my head on straight. What a whiner!
Enough about my musings on my return to the lap of luxury and comfort. I was asked for more photos, so more it is.........enjoy!