goodbye boston. hello uganda.
This past weekend was one of long goodbyes to some of the many good friends that I made while living in Boston and Cambridge. Hugs were substituted for conversation as we fumbled for the right words. How does one know what to say in this situation? Sadness sweeps over me and tears well up in my eyes even now as I think about the many months that will pass before I see any of them again. I feel as though part of my heart will always belong to these friends I leave behind to pursue a dream I do not yet fully understand.
Opportunity lost is opportunity gained? At a party on Saturday I met Katiti Kironde, the wife of a friend. In the past, Bill and I had talked about her new apparel line and the work that they both do to raise funds for an orphanage in Uganda. Katiti and I chatted for the first time about what I might expect when I arrive and we also discussed the possibility of meeting up the next time that they both travel to Uganda. I’m quite excited to visit the Kigalama Children’s Initiative with them to see the incredible work they support.
and the famous cover from 1968:
This weekend I say goodbye to my family.