I love...

I love that the tip of my skirt always has dirt on it

 

I love walking to the shower, completely unsure if water will come flowing out

I love that my Kenyan phone never seems to lose charge but always needs more money on it

I love that no matter how many times I hand wash my clothes, they never seem clean

I love that no matter how much I pretend that my mosquito net is a princess canopy, I still wake up in the middle of the night a little jumpy

I love that the ends of my hair always seem to have dirt in it

I love that I was my hands in the sink water and afterwards they smell bad

I love no matter who many times I wash my feet, they are always dirty 

I love that no matter how lonely I feel, if I chose to, I could walk to anyone’s house here and I would be welcomed with open arms

I love that no matter how many times I smother my food in avocados, I never get tired of them

I love that I can smother my food in avocado and no one here thinks its weird

I love that no matter what words I try to use, there is no way to truly express my experiences here

I love that no matter what time of the day it is, there is usually a lot of noise outside

I love that so much of the noise outside around here is music playing

I love that you can tell when the electricity is off because there is no music playing anywhere

I love that no matter how many pictures I take, when I get back home I will always wish I had more

 I love that no matter how much I talk with the people I miss, I still wish they were here

I love that this is home, and I still get butterflies thinking about it 

I love that I will always have family here

I LOVE that I was called here and now I get to call it home