Home.

I have been asked the question, "Where do you live?" and "Where are you from?" many times by persons who support my dad's work. A more interesting question is "Where is home for you?" which I have also been asked many times. Honestly I have to say that 'I really don't know the answer to the former questions.', however there is a place that is home to me: Botswana.

I don't quite understand it personally but even the small towns that I visited in the U.S. the last time we furloughed seemed too "hustley, bustley" to me. I don't mind visiting larger towns and cities, but as with visiting anywhere eventually you get tired of it.

Before the afore mentioned furlough, our family lived in a smaller village than our current town, and I still haven't fully adapted to the changes.Ghanzi  is a town populated mainly by the Bokalagari, and Afrikaners. the Bokalagari are for the most part friendly people and we had many Mokalagari friends back in our old home. There were also Afrikaners in our old village, but I learned through trial and significant error, that the Afrikaners in the old village were a LOT friendlier than those who live here.

Although I haven't made any friends here,  Stephen still lives in Tsetseng which I discovered is en-route to some of the places that my dad will have to travel to for his work. I also have a close circle of friends that I talk to over the internet, but it's not quite the same as actually SEEING them. At this point I'm just thankful that we have internet.

Happy-belated Valentines-day