The not so short road home.

Coming home after being gone for a couple weeks is a good feeling.  While I will miss my friends in Vegas and some of the people I have met over the last two weeks, being in my own place will be nice. 

I get to spend a couple of days with the boys on the rugby pitch as I start to prepare for my next journey.  In less than two weeks I will be getting on a plane to go to Africa via Canada and Switzerland.  I am going to spend two weeks working with children who have far less than I do and the mac I am writing this on costs more than the median annual income for most people living at my destination.  Maybe I should remember that next time I complain about a lack of overhead space, not having enough outlets to charge my iPhone or which car to drive to work.  While I think I will have a lot to offer them I feel like this journey will profoundly change my life.

Running of the bulls was monumental and taught me courage and perspective.  Snowboarding has taught me courage and believing in my decisions.  Rugby, tenacity and dedication come to mind as lessons learned.  What will this trip teach me? 

Maybe I am looking for a world that puts community and humanity before excess and commerce.  I have lived only a fraction of time, I have a lot to learn.  I hope to come away from Africa knowing more than I know today and being a better person because of it.