Holiday Ramblings: My life in Uganda

The date has finally arrived. The date that I’ve anticipated since I left the States. What date is this? The day I go home for the Christmas holiday to see family and more importantly, to spend time with my son. 

While traveling abroad and extending my life in other places, I tend to always think the worst: Will I see my family again? Will I return the same? Will they be the same? Relationships lost? Strained? Will everything be ok with my elderly family members? I know, I shouldn’t worry when I trust in the most high, however, the sign of the times heighten my doubtful thoughts. I know, I know, think positive, right?  The fact of the matter is I miss my family more than words can say, especially my son. See, the distance and the time apart has been the hardest obstacle for me, however, I made the choice to move to Uganda without Christion and I’m faced with the aftermath of my very difficult decision.

IMG_1446Thinking positive at the moment, I am confident that all will work out for his good and mine, too. On top of the anticipation of arriving home, I’m faced with the arduous journey of merely getting there. I moved to a city that doesn’t have a major international airport, therefore, I have to deal with at least one flight layover, which will leave me with an itinerary of more than 16 plus hours of traveling time.


So, what will I pack this time around? No real clothes persay, with the exception of a few unmentionables, a pair of jeans and a couple of long sleeved shirts, which I have to dig for seeing that its not in high demand here in Kampala. For example, my current wardrobe consists of short sleeve shirts, tank tops, knee & ankle length skirts, airy dresses, sandals and the occasional cardigan sweater that I don when Kampala flirts with both day and night time temperature drops, which I’m finding more consistent now that we are in the last month of the year.

IMG_2644.JPGEither way, I love the fact that it’s December and I’m not lugging around in boots, heavy coats and moisture stealing hats! Thankfully, I have winter clothes packed away in my bi-annually used storage container in Chicago that I peruse through during my Christmas holidays. Yes, I often feel that its a waste of finances since the storage is only used twice a year but come on folks, I couldn’t part with my winter clothes just yet until I decide my permanent living agenda…don’t ask where that is because I can’t answer that question!

One thing I’ve learned through the years of living abroad is to pack light, especially when relocating to a new place. My new travel rule is to take one checked bag and 1 carry-on.  I’m working really hard to be more of a minimalist when it comes to my wardrobe, however, it’s pretty hard in Uganda because I am getting further acquainted with quite a few second hand stores here where I can purchase a cute shirt for way less than I would in the States. No excuses, right? Is retail therapy antic more cost effective? That’s a rhetorical question so please don’t answer. However, I do recognize that I’m not doing a very good job of conserving my presumed minimalist wardrobe efforts. What I’m doing is adding to the madness and taking after my mother and sister’s consumer crazed behavior when it comes to clothes shopping. NOOOOO! This is something I am trying to prevent, therefore, I may need to reconsider and actively motivate myself to become more focused on my minimalist efforts, especially in light of my new theory of “packing light” for holiday travel.

In essence, I’m going home. I’m excited. Transition is good. Weather will change…but I feel like I’ll be caught in the excitement that I won’t reflect too much on my shortcomings, if any. At the end of the day, it’s home and I’ll adapt.

My plan is to use this opportunitIty of going home as a greater way to connect with family and appreciate my time with Christion.


I will use this opportunity to reflect on Kampala because as they say the distance makes the heart grow fonder. It’s a different place. It’s growing on me. I’m learning and discovering. All in all, I’m looking forward to 2016: The changes, growth, opportunities, business cultivation, inspiration, connections, networking relationships, visions, new love and just being…me. I am hopeful and prayerful that the next 2.5 weeks in the States with family will be filled with happiness, purpose and fulfillment. At this current moment, amidst all of my holiday ramblings, my real focus is coming home for the holidays and enjoying each God given moment.

Happy Holidays. Merry Christmas. Happy Kwanzaa!

Until next time, be blessed!


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