Monday, December 3, 2012

Home

Growing up, I always took the places around me and related them to home. I'd see reflections of the outside world in my home.
Coming to Sewanee I realised it was actually the other way around; I carry pieces of home wherever I go, because it's about the people and things that matter, and not where I physically am. As I travel to different places, I will be asked where home is, and I'll say Nairobi. But I'll be secure in the knowledge that I can be at home far away too, and I'm cool with that.

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