Home.
My heart was full of nostalgia as we drove down the paved road to wifi one last time. Everything struck me as familiar—the people, the places, the sights and sounds. The chaos of the market was not overwhelming, but warm and inviting. And then it hit me: this new place has become home. The girls sitting to my left and my right are now my family. I have spent the last three months waking up next to them. They are the last faces I see before I fall asleep. They are the ones I pray for and pray with. We are living in the new normal, where going...