There is no place like home
At the end of this month, it will mark exactly one year since my move to Nigeria. It has not been an easy transition but somehow I have managed to survive the chaos that is Nigeria. To celebrate my one year anniversary, I boarded a Lufthansa flight bound for Frankfurt, Germany and got the hell out of town. I was eligible for my annual leave that provides a roundtrip ticket back to the United States. I also needed to renew my visa for Nigeria. My visa expired on May 14, 2015. While I have to spend a week in headquarters conducting meetings and visiting with staff, I get a two week vacation to Mount Vernon, Alabama. When I was growing up, I could not wait to get out of Mount Vernon. Now as an expat, I can’t wait to get back to Alabama.
I kicked off my leave with an overnight stay in Frankfurt, Germany. Frankfurt has become like a second home for me to get away from the hustle and bustle of Juba and Abuja. My friends who live there always ensure I have a good time and reintroduces me to the comforts of the Western world. I arrived in Frankfurt on a federal holiday so most of the stores and businesses were closed. However, there was a wine festival happening downtown so we were able to drink wine (and beer), eat brats and crepes and spend a beautiful day outside (things I don’t get to do in Abuja).
Now, I am home…officially I am in Washington, D.C. but as long as I am in the borders of the United States, then I will always be home. And for a decade, I lived and worked in Washington, D.C. so this too is like home. I am looking forward to catching up with friends and family while in the United States and a brief vacation into the Great Smokey Mountains. I think Dorothy said it best as she was trying to get back to Kansas, “there is no place like home…”