Going back to Swazi from debrief in South Africa was a weird experience. Coming back to a home that isn’t your actual home is kind of difficult. You walk to a room that isn’t your room and to a bed that’s decorated with all of your things but isn’t your bed. You lay down and get an amazing nights sleep because you’re finally home, but you still dream of actual home. It’s a feeling that’s difficult to put into words.
After a day back in Swazi, I got to just see how this actual feels like a home. I hear music blaring in the common room; people cooking, playing card games, dancing. I see our host family and their kids. I see locals and our favorite (and only) gas station. I lay in my Eno and feel the sun hit my face as I fall asleep. All these things are home to me now, which is one of the strangest and most beautiful things I can imagine. Because I find my home in the Lord, I can find home in the bush in Africa just like I find home in the house I’ve lived in my whole life in Dallas. Here are some pictures of people and places that make Swazi home to me.
