We've been home for three weeks now and my settling in is going relatively well...meaning...I am sleeping normally and I have not cried in a grocery store. (Admittedly I did feel a little light headed in Trader Joe's over the weekend.)
But somehow I feel like I'm not totally here.
|Looking down into Sandy Bay.|
|The capital Jamestown, as seen from the deck of the RMS St. Helena.|
It struck me that I've grown sufficiently attached to Saint Helena, more appropriately to people on Saint Helena, and I realize I will now live the rest of my life missing someone. When I'm there I'll miss home and when I'm here, I miss there. (I believe there's an eloquent travel quote that states something similar - do you know it?)
|My friend Marcus' valley. Well its not his valley but its the valley where his family homes are.|
|Recycle paper necklace and skeletal remains of a "leaf". Do you call them leaves?|
|St. Pauls Anglican Church|