|LouLou at this very moment. What the what?!|
(Found as we were going through old stuff for the storage space).
Can we say "regression"?
Practically, however, we have to figure out how to pack our eight crates (these are the best should you ever be in the market for what airport personnel call "missionary trunks") full of the things we thought we would *need* for another year in Kinshasa. Rolled oats, Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap All-One, bug-proof food storage, hazelnuts, and Epi Pens have made the cut so far. So did two boxes of macaroni and cheese. And a ridiculously expensive candle. Ahem.
So, while Johan does that (he likes it, weirdo), I'm thinking of the things I particularly miss about our life in Kinshasa. Like:
1.) A routine. They say children crave routines. Well, so do adults. I miss the ins and outs of our daily lives with all the people that includes - our neighbors, school friends, teachers, students, and mostly the Mamas. I can't wait to catch up with these women whose lives intertwine with mine. Facebook chat just doesn't cut it.
|Mama Vida, LouLou, and Mama YouYou|
2.) The porch. I really love our porch. We eat breakfast out here every day. French lessons take place here. It's best during a rainy season downpour.
|Tchic and Elias during French lessons. (Tchic, I'm sorry I didn't email you in French like I was supposed to.)|
|Downpour at dusk.|
2.) Jambo Juice. I've tried a variety of $11.99 cold-pressed-coconut-lemongrass-etcetera juices while in the States this summer. Congolese-made Jambo Juice still wins. Especially the lemon. Mmmm.
|Image from here.|
|Hands of steel.|
4.) French. I miss French and Lingala. I was truly sad when I heard LouLou playing in the other room with a group of dolls yesterday...speaking to them in English! It's time to get back to a land of many languages.
|Construction at the maternity hospital. June 2013.|
I can't even begin to make the other list. The list of everyone we will be leaving 7,000 miles behind for another ten months and what that means.
So, the above five points become a mantra for the coming days. One, two, three, four, five, and breathe.