Every time we moved (it’s been over a dozen times over 4 countries), we’d have to buy furniture to build a new home.
Little did I expect our “yes” to our ‘fundi seremala’ (Swahili for carpenter) to end up with an adventure on a bajaji (tuktuk) to his workshop. 😅
So this is where our furniture for our new home will be born.
💛🌈🙏🏼
I often tell the kids, “Take every opportunity as a field trip!”
In case you were wondering, this photo wasn’t doctored.
The leaves show the extent of the dustiness of our small town. Everything is often caked in red dirt. But I’m learning, to celebrate the resilience that shines forth amidst the challenges here 💛🌈
Also… I know this sounds so silly, but having ruined my kitchen scissors that I’d brought all the way from Singapore just a day after using it here because the stove here wasn’t functioning properly (and it melted on it) and finding out that one of similar quality couldn’t be replaced here… was heartbreaking in the most embarrassing way.
It’s just a pair of kitchen scissors, no doubt.
But I’m learning, to recalibrate my joy, my gratitude.
To realize how privileged my old life was, and still thank God for the life we have now.
At the end of every day, no matter what our disappointments might be,
Cliff reminds me, “You’re getting better. I’m healthy. The kids are happy. Is there anything else more important?”