yesterday i saw a palm thatched roof and it nearly brought me to tears.
it is a week of restlessness and remembering, a week bookended with anniversaries marking the leaving of a place physically and a week of wondering about choices.
the beginning of the week marks two years away from kotido and the community there, the end of the week marks two years away from uganda and east africa.
and in the middle of this week, today, i am making pilgrimage to a border wall between the united states and mexico. these two things are extraordinarily connected and threaten to be just a little too much.
such is the life of a pilgrim.