So it is weird and different, being home in the States.
The first thing that I noticed besides the sign that had a delicious hamburger on it, was the language. I was for the first time in months able to understand small side conversations. I understood everything! I no longer found myself listening to the new language trying to understand the structure, pronunciation and words I knew in the language. And I miss it. I miss being engulfed into a language I am unfamiliar with.
The second thing I noticed was paved roads. Now this may be a small thing, but in Africa where you are lucky to get a paved road at all, and even with that there are potholes the size of bath tubs!
Then I found myself in a grocery store to get some simple simple foods for me to be able to digest easily. I nearly fainted. I could choose any fruit that I could imagine (except the amazing ones from Asia). There was not only everything that I could ever dream of wanting, but there were multiple brands of each of them. And what topped it all off was the freezer section! Hold your horses everyone! Wow.
I finally find myself at home. I was blessed with new sheets and a new pillow for my bed (which I have spent the most time in so far). Even with old sheets, the simple treasure of a bed is amazing. I slept 17 hours the first night being home and napped all day long. I have been eating more and having more regular bowel movements.
I am on the road of recovery and it feels good. There are still some discomforts and pain when digesting, but it is improving. I am still only able to eat fruit juices, chicken broth, and some fruit.
