(Aside: Now, the problem with the title of this entry is one that’s common to missionary types: where, exactly, do I mean when I say “home”? Fortunately the repetition of “home again,” in this instance, can be more than a mere euphonic device – it can allow me to reference two signifieds with a single signifier!)
Okay, enough nerdiness. First, apologies once again for the delay between entries. I’ve fallen out of the habit of blogging, but I hope to get back into it for at least a little while. It tends to go in cycles, I’ve found.
Anyway, I spent the summer at “home” in America, and now I’m “home” in Mbale. I thoroughly enjoyed three months of family, rest, milkshakes, 24-hour grocery stores, driving, air conditioning, and not being called "mzungu," but I'm happy to be back here as well.
I'm having some difficulty uploading photos right now, but hopefully I'll be able to do that soon.
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