Letters of Life

In Transit (Really)

Nairobi, Kenya — Who would have thought I’d end up spending one night in Nairobi and reach home with merely five days left to Christmas?

We’d left Tanzania and were in transit in Nairobi heading out to Doha, Qatar, and then for the last flight home. To cut a long story short, we missed the connectioin and only five out of the eight of us got onto the plane out of Kenya.

I got left behind. Of course I’m relieved not to be alone, for right now, for the first time in a long while, I feel like a stranger in a strange land, vaguely anxious, exhausted in body and mind. I find myself in Africa still, but this night in a city I never planned on spending the night.

I’m miles and miles away from home, with home not getting any nearer in the next 12 hours. This is unsettling because it is not of my own volition.

The taxi ride into the unfamiliar East African capital, through the dark streets and honking traffic, the billboards loudly displaying a foreign kind of good life, unfamiliar names on the sides of buildings, all aggravated the physical inability to not see very clearly.

All I’ve got are the clothes on my back– the same ones I’ve been wearing all day–cash and credit, my smartphone, and lipbalm.

It’s good to travel light; and on strange nights like this, it simplifies things.

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  1. “All I’ve got are the clothes on my back– the same ones I’ve been wearing all day–cash and credit, my smartphone, and lipbalm.” 😀

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