Home of My Heart

 Home of My Heart

    It was the only thing I knew. The only expectation I thought I had to fufill. 

    Leaving. 

    Leaving everything I loved. My entire world: sights, smells, people, home. 

    And I knew I wasn't coming back. I would never go home again, because I was growing up and everything changes. 

    My roots were broken, while the rest of me was thrown into a pile of lumber that all looked exactly the same. 

    Just like me. 

    Even though I looked like I belonged, I found myself living on the edge of every social circle. My heart ached for Kenya, and my body was stuck in the USA, while very few around me understood, or even knew. 

    While I tried to find a place I could fit in at college, my soul was wilting without the equatorial sun. Without everything that had molded me, I felt lost. And while I smiled, I would slowly give in to the darkness inside. 

    I know He gave me my home for a reason. But the loss is almost too much to bear. Over time, the memories fade, but in my heart there will always be an empty space for You. Nyumbani.