I am in Seattle.

I arrived in my Seattle home on Sunday at around 2:30PM. It is so strange to be back. Even the drive home from the airport felt very uncomfortable because I am used to such bumpy roads.

Seattle will be an adjustment. Back in Tanzania I talked to everyone. Just random people in the shops or on the streets, I would conversate with anyone. Everyone is so friendly to others because they believe that without others, they would not be who they are and I would have to agree. When I was in the Kilimanjaro airport, waiting to board the plane that was going to take me away from Africa, I talked to as many people as I could in Swahili because I knew that I wouldn't be able to after that moment. I actually made a good friend in one of the little shops that sold traditional African goods. He was impressed with the Swahili I knew seeing that I had only been there for 3 weeks, which is a good sign. I believe his name was Elane K. and he would model the necklaces I had my eye on for me. I should have gotten his picture!

It was actually really hard for me to be at home. Sitting in my room, I couldn't believe I was not at the home-base sitting on my bed on the bottom bunk. I miss Tanzania so much and leaving was so hard for me to do. 11 of us left the home-base on Saturday, which is about 1/2 the group so I'm sure the ones left had a hard time saying goodbye as well. We were all such a big happy family (with our ups and downs of course) and though I do plan on going back to Tanzania when time and money allows, I know that it wouldn't be the same. I became such great friends with not only the volunteers, but the housekeepers and the cooks and the drivers and the laundry ladies and the guards. Everyone. I would always smile and conversate with as much Swahili as I had in me.

I also left a mama back in Tanzania as well. I call her mama Betty and we got to be very close. So close that she calls me her daughter. We've already been emailing each other and in her email she said it was "high time" for me to start thinking about returning. I hadn't even been in Seattle for 24 hours. I love her so much and I am sure that I will see her again in time.

I miss my kids! They were the greatest. Sure, they were hard to control at times, but they are still kids after all. We learned so much from each other. The last day was hard for me because I don't think I would be able to see them again. Me and the other volunteer at my placement, Sarah, brought 16 liters of vanilla ice cream for all 100 and some kids. Most have never had ice cream before so it was a real treat. The smaller ones had too much for their own good, but they finished every last bit of it. I had a tiny goodbye speech that Mr. Masawe (the teacher that runs the school) translated for me. He is such a happy man and I'm going to miss him and his wonderful family as well. He welcomed me to visit whenever I find myself in Tanzania and I am going to have to take him up on his offer. I was lucky to be able to volunteer in Kilimahewa Nursery School because I truly believe that it was the best of all the placements available (after hearing stories from the others).

Well, I am going to try to adjust to my Seattle surroundings. "Polepole" (slowly) as they say in Tanzania. For the meantime, I shall get a photo album ready and a plan on how to continue to support my school back in Tanzania.

I learned so much about others, as well as myself. As mama Betty says, I can now travel the world, no problem. Thanks for the overwhelming support because this experience was AMAZING. I'm more than happy to be able to keep this experience in my memory bank.