But first a clarification. Ethiopia doesn’t really smell like blood. I was trying to be poetic, but my walk down Ethiopian memory lane just came off kind of grim. Sometimes lasting impressions aren’t always the most positive. I failed to to describe the unbelievable hospitality and generosity of the Ethiopian people. The beauty of the countryside, lush green, red soil, beautiful birds everywhere. Anyway, moving on…
My 3 year old son asked me where “home” was the other day. We have been traveling around Oregon for the past 2 months staying with family and house sitting for friends. In retrospect, I’m not sure that this was the ideal lead up to 10 months in a foreign country. We are all feeling a little unsettled and sick of living out of suitcases. Especially my routine lovin’ children have been shaken up by our nomadic lifestyle this summer. So his question was timely. I consider Oregon my home. Its where I feel most comfortable in my skin. Technically, Oklahoma is our home. Its where the house we own is and is the location of our jobs, friends and children’s school. Though he was born in Maine, his earliest memories will surely be from Oklahoma where we moved when he was 18 months old. I have moved every 1-2 years for the past 16 years (the last time I lived anywhere longer than 2 years was college!) “Home” is a moving target. And we are about to embark on yet another move, yet another “home”. New friends, new language, new jobs (my husband will be teaching anthropology graduate students, I will be home with my children, homeschooling my 5 year old daughter for kindergarten). We depart in one week. The final countdown has begun in earnest. Here we go again! Below is a map of where we’ll be in Ethiopia.