Now that we're down in Kampala and back in civilization, we'll have a more constant supply of internet to blog with.
We left Timu on Friday at noon. It was a bittersweet drive off the mountain. After three months in Timu, we definitely needed a break from the monotony of our schedule. At the same time, knowing the break would last for six months had us a bit reluctant to leave. I was in a place of emotional numbness as we drove...not knowing how to feel. Relieved for the break? Already missing my children and hilarious old people? Not knowing how I'll readapt to life back in the states? Wondering about the reverse culture shock? Since then it's been three days and I've had time to think. I've decided that I'll take life one day at a time and deal with the furlough stresses as they come. By God's grace, we made it in Timu (mostly alone) for these past 2.5 years....so by his grace we'll survive the U.S. as well.
And so, my hiatus from the evening routine in Timu begins.