I’ve been back for a month and a half. I have an apartment, a cat, a refrigerator, hot water, unlimited internet. I still wear my lesso. I still say things in Swahili. I find bananas disappointing. I cross the street in traffic. I live in a neighborhood with many Africans, and I fight the urge to greet every single woman with a baby tied to her back.
It is much more normal than I had anticipated.
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But, if you see a guy with a machete, remember: that is no longer normal:) xox