So it is a week now since we returned from Kenya and in some ways it feels so much longer. Something as huge as this -- somehow feels like I dreamed the experience rather than lived it. My duffel bag lay opened in the laundry room - cold hard evidence. It has been emptied of laundry but not quite empty enough to put back into storage. I stare intently at the images I captured; faces and places that I am sure will be emblazoned in my memory for years to come. I smile at each memory that is triggered. My stack of travel "paperwork" remains piled on the dining room table with my passport. I should really deal with this stuff but a part of me doesn't want it to be over.
I am distracted. Ideas on how to integrate this experience into my life ping pong around my brain colliding with the order of the day - work deadlines, birthdays, laundry, grocery shopping, my dad's book.
I am sure it will sort itself out. One thing I know for sure -- Kenya heightened feelings, opinions, and passions that I already had and I feel as though I have received the biggest gift imaginable. And better yet, I got to share it with Kidlet.
PS I will spare you all from further meanderings about my trip and save them for our trip blog: Africa Calling.