Seed to Blossom
Here I am. My last time in this very internet cafe. My last time in this town, in fact. My last time eating at TLT, our favorite Ugandan restaurant. It’s time to move on. Time to let go. Let go of the hands I’d been holding onto these past weeks in this now familiar country.
Everything seems to be changing before my eyes! It’s as if I’ve seen a flower’s life cycle from seed to blossom. The puppies that were once small enough to be held two at a time in each of my hands now stretch to half the length of my forearm. The children that once showed an...