Home Sweet Home

Growing up I lived in the same house for all of my life (that I could remember, that is.) The last few years I've moved around a ton - into a dorm, into a new dorm, back home, to Africa, back home, into an apartment, to a great friend's house, and now to Kenya. As much as I'm looking forward to moving somewhere and living there for more than a few months I'm feeling very settled in to my new digs.

Our front door. I love the flower beds. Shadrach and Ellie love to climb on the chairs and look at me while I look out the window

My roommate Carolyn in our living room. (Unfortunately I forgot to tell her I was taking the picture...) The kitchen table faces the window and it's an awesome spot to work.

The kitchen. Note the freshly baked bread in zliploc bags on the counters and the very much beloved coffee maker and hot pot.

Laundry area of the kitchen. Our washer is great and our clothes get hung up to dry outside, one of my favorite chores. Being outiside, wrangling a big, wet, sheet, figuring out which clothes pins have decided to work.

My bedroom. The blue mosquito net makes my night.

My desk in the corner of the room. Love it.

View from the door to my room.

One of the greatest blessings of being here is the wonderful surroundings. The outside is beautiful and the inside is sweet and very much home already. I often think of the idea that home should be an oasis and coming home here feels that way.

Well, I'd write something profound but I'm tired and I'm getting up at some ridiculous hour of the morning to watch part of the Steeler game with some of the missionaries (some of whom like the Colts! So sad...) Anyway, so I think I'm gonna go to bed now.

Love to you all!
Joanna