While preparing to move to Africa for several years, I asked, “What should I bring?” The answer came, “Whatever makes you feel at home.” Having always lived in the southern United States, I had no idea how to make that decision, short of taking everything I owned. Once I arrived in Africa, I adjusted more quickly than expected to the various places I lived. “Home” became more of a state of mind than a physical location or set of things.

“How is life in Sudan different from the USA?”
• Waking in the middle of the night to find the house invaded by army ants
• Realizing you are the only white person on a very full bus, and feeling comfortable with that.
• Meeting someone at a shop and ending up in their home having breakfast
• Spending an afternoon at the Sudanese ambassador’s house
• Enjoying sheep intestines while thinking it is macaroni.
• Entering the home of a stranger and being welcomed like a long-lost friend.

Life in Africa was not what I expected. It is fuller, richer, changeable, unpredictable, fascinating. The people are gracious, forgiving and hospitable. The tastes, sights, and sounds reflect a vibrant, determined, joyful richness that overcomes poverty and significant difficulties. I’ve been challenged and encouraged while learning great patience and the value of perseverance. I am deeply indebted, especially to the Sudanese, who have taught me so much.