Scott in the meantime spends a lot more forward-focused time. After weeks of email exchanges the import taxes on a new vehicle to Kenya have just proven prohibitive. As the American economy falters and our support account sputters, we scale back expectations, which feels right. Downwardly mobile missionaries. Find out we're moving into the same small duplex housing at Kijabe where we stayed for about six months post-ADF when Jack was born! Will be a bit tighter with three teens than three toddlers and an infant . . but part of the simplifying of life. And the full-circle sense is satisfying.
This USA time is more than half over. We've been present in all six churches that support us in some way. I can't even count the number of meals and beds with gracious friends, the encouraging words from those that still care for us. Another paradox, the peculiar juxtaposition of multiplying the interactions in America and yet aching for those we've left behind in Uganda. Of deep and yet time-limited relationship. Being back, but always moving on. How to explain to people calling and emailing now that even though we don't leave until Christmas, we can't maintain this social pace all the way through to the very last day. Scott is already in Philadelphia for meetings with WHM and will be mostly there until mid-November, then one more trip southwards to my sister's, Thanksgiving with both sets of parents, and then the final stretch. Hate the awkwardness of being non-committal to people we'd love to see.