I've started thinking about this place again. Ethiopia. And of the city we were in when this photo was taken in particular. It's not been far from my mind since the last time we were there; I am always thinking of where my daughters come from and how and when we will manage to go back. Always. It is important; my children need to be in the place where they come from. They need to go home sometimes.
My goal has been to travel to Ethiopia every two years. This hasn't worked out, really. My goals don't always align with our financial realities, or with instances of civil unrest, or many other factors. In April, it will have been two years since we went, and we do not have another trip planned at this time. Neither of my kids had expressed a need to go, so I was relaxing a little about this reality. But that changed this week. One of my kids need to go home.
I have no idea how I will make this happen. Absolutely none. But one of my words for 2019 is optimism. So I'm going to trust that there's a way, and if there's not a way, that this hope deferred until later will not make us heartsick.
If you're the praying sort, pray for us.
(Or else tell us how to increase the odds that we'll win the lotto.)
Thank you for sharing, Mary! I will keep you and your family in my thoughts as you look for a way to return. I have been a reader of yours since Finding Magnolia and am always so impressed with your tenacity, resolve, and attitude. Absolute best wishes to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Julia. We are just trying to do our best for our kids. I hope we get it close enough to right most of the time.
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