Through the Window

Many people have asked, how does it feel to be back home?

It feels wonderful, comfortable, and so familiar, but at the same time, it feels as though I'm looking through a window, and doing just that: looking through a window at a world that I'm not quite a part of. I don't feel this way because I feel unwelcomed, but instead, I've been realizing I have a life here and a life in The Gambia, and I just haven't quite figured out how to have the two of them merge. When will I no longer look through that window, but when will I open it and let the two worlds collide? I have a feeling I won't for a while, but oh, how exciting to think about the possibilities!