On that flight heading out it was then that it dawned on me that I was alone and without my family. My friends they were there, some of them at least (always good to have pass the pig co-players!)
I was just a year into adulthood and it was a big trip for a 'new man'.
When I returned there was that usual eagerness to come back and yet when I stepped back to my home town there was utter alienation. Mainly within myself. I had been away and learned new things and been through a host of wonderous experiences stretching from watching the crabs scuttle the white beaches of Diani to eating termites, the stench of Malindi buses and indeed the children... The people who you shared those few, yet life defining, moments with. Yet I could not turn back to them and relive and share those times with. Instead I had settle for trying to adjust back to who I was or otherwise be overlooked when trying to share the moments.
I recall when speaking with friends who yearned to travel about their passions. It was the usual self fulfilment or finding oneself in the newness of places. I recall for me when thinking about this was the desire to not leave and to stay. To build friendships with those around me and to stay for the long term.
Wind the clock back just ten years ago and as a newly wed I recall dreaming of settling down somewhere new and be part of something. To not disappear but to stay and live, share and be in fellowship with those around you:
In the air right now and about to step into some meetings and strangely remembering some of those feelings.
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