i am home. i am sleeping weird hours, waking up at odd times, and always hungry. on sunday i woke up at 2 am and tried to get back to sleep, but it was not happening. i read, wrote, sketched, (quietly) played piano, and finally around 5 am bake some banana muffins with a pecan glaze.
tanzania stretched me, tested me, and taught me so much. i saw and heard so much that was holy. i don't feel like blogging about it can do any justice to how incredible and untamed it was. i'm not sure if anyone even reads this blog--but if you want to hear more about tanzania please call me, we'll get coffee or i'll bake you something and share stories! :)
we should get coffee sometime. :)
ReplyDeleteexcept i hate coffee.
let's just stick to tea.