Wednesday morning, I thought I woke up here:
That far bed? For four months, that was my bed in Tanzania. When I awoke on a cold and foggy Wednesday morning to realise that my dream about being back there had been nothing but a dream, my heart ached a little.
Adding to the realism of my dream was the fact that it was about going back to Tanzania to visit. I saw my friends in their new jobs, I brought gifts of items I knew they loved but were hard to come by in Tanzania, and we caught up on our lives over nyama choma at our favourite restaurant. It was so real.
I spent the remainder of the day missing Tanzania.
I missed bartering for food in the markets.
(Not my 'normal' market. I don't have any pictures of Tengeru Market.)
I missed my coworkers.
|Grace, Hadija, Rachael, me, Mama Musa (Fatima)|
Just a few of my awesome coworkers!
I missed holidays that looked like this:
|Morning coffee in Nungwi|
|Elephants in Tarangiri NP|
I missed seeing Mt. Meru every morning.
|Sunset on Mt. Meru|
You can keep Kilimanjaro, this is the mountain I long for.
I will be forever grateful that I got to live in Tanzania and that I live in an age where I am able to keep in contact with many of my friends from there through the magic of the internets and social media, but why can't I live in the era of Star Trek where I could just beam over there for some nyama choma and a Tusker beer while I dust off my rusty Swahili and we catch up on the going on in all our lives?
Do you have a place that you miss? What do you miss the most?
Note: The title means is "I miss you".