We're back. Although it's great to be home, it's definitely bittersweet. It's like I left one home for another. Before I had even placed one foot on the plane, I had already begun to miss Tanzania. I miss the food, the scenery...but, most of all, I miss the people. I miss the way people didn't care about the namebrands you wore or the way you styled your hair. I miss how everyone worked together as the perfect unit, and I miss joking with friends on the UAACC campus. I miss walking outside and petting Blackie. I miss palying flashlight tag at night with no street lamps. Heck, I even miss dodging avocado trees during earthquakes, taking cold showers, and riding on bumpy roads. Well, let me put a stop to all the "I miss..." because I'll be here all day. I miss too much to possibly express it all in one blog post. So, I'll just stop. Needless to say, I can't wait to go back. I'm already counting down the days...err, months:(
-Lauren R.
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I saw your article in the AJC paper. My parents live {I grew up} down the street from your school. {it was called "Westwood" when I was a teen}. I am glad to hear that you had a wonderful trip, and was able to help our people in the Motherland. Before my financial situation declined, I used to send stationary items to Ghana.
The latest Ebony {w/Michael Jackson on the cover} has a wonderful article about Afrika, and the 52 "Countries" that is within.
Take Care~
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