coming back down
I’ve been back home in Texas for two whole weeks now. I really do apologize for my silence on the blog those last few weeks at Kasana—it just seemed right to focus on living and being, and blogging never really found its way into the picture.
I left Uganda on August 1st. And then, after a solid two days of travel with a crazy long layover in London in between, I stepped off the plane in Dallas.
To be perfectly honest, I’m struggling to really enjoy being back. I feel disillusioned, a little off, changed, wrecked. I’m not very good at conversation anymore. I don’t like hearing about the Olympics or the latest releases at the theater. Really, I just want to tell people about Uganda. I want to introduce them to each of the members of David Family—my family—and tell them about the special needs kids with such special places in my heart. I want to talk about Baby Dissan, because telling people how beautiful he was makes it seem as if TB didn’t completely wreck his little body, after all, and it seems like people should know. I want to tell people about how things are, over there on the other side of the globe. How it’s awful and wonderful all at once. How I really just want to go back.
Because sometimes, now, I don’t feel like I fit in very well here.
And I don’t want to go back to normal.
Johnny, the littlest David Family brother.