i am updating my blog.
The 30-hour trip back to Abuja wasn't nearly as exhausting as the 30- hour trip to Des Moines. Maybe it was the margarita in the Minneapolis airport that cost as much as my salad, a better selection of movies on the plane or fun playing with my new Nook reader. I know having a window seat and the accompanying aisle seat on the flight to Abuja made a difference. But I think what really made the trip back to Abuja more palatable was how calm, centered and happy I felt after seeing all of my friends and family back home. I can't explain it, but for some reason just being home and sitting on the couch next to my dad; having a real, face-to-face conversation with my mom; enjoying manis and pedis with Mallory and wandering Target with Lizz; going out for drinks with my cousins and playing with their beautiful kids (not in that order); and all the wonderful lunches and dinners with friends and family in between made me feel so much stronger. It felt incredible to take hot yoga classes and run in the crisp, clean, Iowa air. I ate cheeseburgers and sweet corn and pasta and sushi and key lime cheesecake. And I got to see and hug and talk to almost all of the most important people in my life, and for some reason, now I feel like I can handle living here a little bit easier. Maybe it's the freezer packed with Iowa beef I smuggled in my suitcase. But I think it's all the love and support that truly only family can provide, even from 5,000 miles away.