I was thinking about Kenya this morning (which I often do) and it just hit me. It feel like Kenya isn't even real. People said this would happen, but it's the first time it hit me. I was thinking of Solo and the way that he would laugh and talk to us and all the sweet little things he did for us. And all of a sudden it felt like maybe, just maybe, he wasn't real. What in the world? Of course he was real. I spent five and a half months in Kenya. Yet somehow, it's starting to feel like some make-believe world that I lived in for awhile, but now the book has ended and it's time to leave it all behind. It's not some novel - Twilight, Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter. They are real people, with real joys, real sorrows, in a real place. They are real friends.

With every passing day I want to go back more badly. Every passing day I think a little more that God is calling me back. Crazy. Exciting. I hope it works out somehow. Which, if God is in control, I know it will.