I know I rant about missing Zambia and all the emotions that go with it, but I have no where else to express them. I wrote this yesterday and it may be the last one for the next little while. Bear with me.
Im about to land in London. Once again I've left Zambia. All that remains are the memories of a long journey that has come to a sad, difficult end. I don't think my parents really understand what Zambia means to me. Sure, they've been there, seen what I've done, but will never really know what lies deep within my heart. Not only them, but anyone. The hardest part is knowing that I may never be back. Sure, I can plan and hope for it, but is it God's will for my life to be back where I now call home? The people of Zambia will always have a place deep within my heart and no one can ever change that. I feel at home more in Zambia that any other place in the world, including the Lower Mainland. I thank all of my friends and family there for making the most out of everyday and making me fall in love with the country's people. I miss it already and always will.
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*hug*
love you.
shar
hey lynn, I know i haven't talked to you much or seen you a lot, but I always read your blog and it is so inspiring to me. You're a beautiful woman and God has blessed you, I know i will never understand what Zambia means to you, but the truth is I don't feel at home here either. I don't know where I will feel at home. God bless Jen
I always think not understanding each other's experiences is one of our greatest shortcomings as human beings. I also think it is sad. But, I also know that telling the stories are important, if for any reason but so that we all know the world is bigger than just the Lower Mainland.
I mean, I teach in Surrey and no one in Langley even understands that; so Zambia would be a stretch. But keep sharing, these are important stories for us to hear. They are probably important for you to tell as well.
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