Still "transitioning"

We have been in America six months. My, how time flies!

Our stuff arrived from Africa, we secured employment, moved in to an apartment and a generous church met our need for furniture and basic household goods.

Kenyon and I went to a movie at the AMC Independent theater with my co-workers earlier this week. Prior to the start, there was a preview for a new movie. This is not unexpected, but what followed was...

The preview started with a shot of the African bush. Then something happened that caught me completely off-guard. Tears. Lots of them. Streams of them. I was glad it was dark and hoped no one noticed as I knew I could not explain, but was simply overwhelmed with emotion.

I am conscious of the aching in my heart for my former life of adventure; it isn't the adventure I miss, but the people in other places whom I grew to love dearly. I miss the sense of purpose that work afforded me. Days later, I still cannot fully explain the tears.

Apparently,  I am still transitioning (even more than I am aware)...

just Sheri, grieving a loss