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On Returning
On Returning

Dear friends,

We are back.
My feet are here in America, no longer in Africa. My heart is tiptoeing along a trapeze balanced somewhere over the Atlantic, trying to navigate it’s way “home” (please hold while I work on defining this term).
I am back in the place I am from, yet I no longer fit in it.
I am not the girl that boarded a plane with her husband and big ideas three years ago.