Many of you know about our recent transitions. It's one reason we haven't posted in months. In early December, we received news from the National Visa Center that we were to have a visa interview in Nairobi on January 23rd. Before that date, we needed to be in Nairobi for our girls to get a medical check-up at an assigned health center (approved by the US embassy). We had been thinking about moving to Nairobi for a number of weeks anyway. Besides it being the location where we needed to get the visa interview, we wanted to be near a Christian counseling center called Tumaini. At Tumaini (a center started by Africa Inland Mission and SIL), we would have access to doctors and counselors who could help us address our issues of anxiety and stress. So, we decided to leave Uganda on Christmas Day. My parents were flying in to Nairobi on December 27th for a visit, and we needed to be set up in a house by then. Our travel to Kenya went well, and we crossed the border uneventfully. We drove through lush tea plantations in the highlands of Kenya before arriving at our destination in the capitol. Some friends from Kampala had located a house for us and got it furnished before we arrived. When we drove up to our new house, we felt the reality of our new beginning in Nairobi. After nine years in Uganda, we had moved away. The reality of the move is still sinking in nearly two months later. We had just spent a significant portion of our adult lives in Uganda. We had both gained and lost something with the move. How were we supposed to feel? We're still not quite sure.
So now you find us living on the northeastern side of Nairobi. We have no vehicle but are relying on Uber taxis. Thank God for Uber! We currently have no water as there is a terrible drought happening in Kenya. Water is being rationed out to people in Nairobi. Our compound is situated between a mall, a brewery, and a hospital. As it was told to us, those places have bigger pipes and get any (and all) water when the city opens the pipes to us. The city started rationing on January 3rd (at least in our neighborhood), and we haven't seen water since. But God provides. A generous and kind neighbor had pumped water into three huge tanks during the time of plenty. She is now sharing that water with us, and we are hiring a water truck to haul in more water and fill up the tanks. The ironic thing is that we thought we were moving up in the world by coming to Nairobi. We have a superhighway on one side and a huge mall on the other....but no water. Our water situation had been better when we lived remotely in Timu. Thankfully, we are used to rationing our water, and the loss has not made us truly suffer. We live on a large compound surrounded by trees and green space. Our kids now have bikes and have found friendship with the neighbor kids. Since the mall is right across the road from our compound, we walk there nearly every day for exercise and groceries. Without a vehicle, our world has gotten smaller. Interestingly enough, we don't seem to mind. We are both adjusting to new medication and need the most stress-free lifestyle possible at the moment. The one time we do go out is for church on Sunday. We've found an international church near-by where we've met some friends, and the kids are enjoying Sunday school. I would ask that you pray for our relationships in Nairobi. Over the years we've learned that we can live with little water, but we need people (relationships).
Now for our photos...let me backtrack a bit. Before we left Uganda, Terrill made one last trip to Karamoja (Kaabong) to teach the basics of the Ik language to the AIM team who currently live in Timu. It was a bittersweet return to Karamoja for him. Good memories and bad. And for those of you who are wondering, we do plan to return to Uganda one day to visit the relatives of our children. We've become a cross-cultural family with them. The Ik relatives adopted us into their clan (within the Ik tribe), and we adopted their children. You can't sever those kinds of bonds.
|Teaching Ik language|
|At the baptist mission in Kaabong with the AIM team|
|Terrill & the AIM team who live in Timu with the Ik|
While in Kaabong, Terrill was able to visit with the girls' mother, Alice, and their half sister, Akello. Alice was nine months pregnant in this photo, and has since delivered a baby brother for our girls. She named him Terrill, and he is doing well. Alice is now married to a man from another ethnic group, and her last two children have him as their father.
December was full of good-byes for our family. It was sad to leave friends in Kampala where we had spent nearly a year. Ibra and Suma (above) were some of our girls' best friends. We had lunch with them every Sunday afternoon.
It was also difficult to say good-bye to the girls' Uncle Hillary and his family. Above, our girls are seated with their cousins who now live in Kampala.
Hillary and Lilly have been good friends to us for years. We'll miss the times spent together, but are thankful for social media and a continued connection with them.
Right before leaving Kampala, we celebrated Mercy's 8th birthday on December 23rd. Terrill took her out for a special breakfast at a coffee house where they brought her chocolate cake and sang her a birthday song.
|This girl is growing!|
Above is our first glimpse of our new house. It's very cozy, and just the right size for our family. We got moved in on December 26th, then picked up my parents from the airport on December 27th. I know I've said this a dozen times on our blog, but I thank God continually for loving family/friends who come visit us overseas. We needed encouragement, and my parents answered the 'call'. They came to us after Christmas for a two and a half week visit.
|Dad and Mom Gingerich at Karura Forest park in Nairobi|
One opportunity we had while my folks were around was to visit an elephant orphanage. These people (The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust) rescue young elephants in need of help, and raise them up until they're ready to be returned to the wild. People can 'adopt' the orphans to help the Trust care for their needs while they're at the orphanage. Above, the orphan has picked up a hose and is trying to drink from it. Clever!
|Giraffes at dusk|
|Jackal walking away with fresh meat|
|Hiking trails at a forested park|
We don't know how long we'll remain in Nairobi. We've been told that the high courts in Uganda need to verify that our adoption documents are not fraudulent. It is the last step. Unfortunately, the high court has just moved location, and their file room is apparently in disarray. Nobody can tell us how long we'll be waiting. Fortunately, we're used to the ambiguity. We are unsurprised by it and have even found comfort in it. We know that one day, our waiting will come to an end. One day, many things will be explained and understood. One day, we'll transition on yet again.