Today is hard.

Every day I miss my Nigerian home. But there are days I miss it more than others. Today is one of those days.

I miss the warm sun.
The humidity that cannot be escaped.
I miss the bluest sky I've ever seen.

The red dirt that stains clothes, shoes, and skins.
I miss the lush green grass, trees, and small farms.
I miss random bursts of electricity.
I miss the smell of dirt, heat, and sweat.
I miss the sweeping and yelling that wakes me every morning.
I miss never having true privacy.
Having a room that 30 children feel free to invade at all times.

I miss small hands tugging on my clothes and hands at all times.
The hands that some would say are "too big" to act that way.
The big brown eyes looking up at me.
The sweet smiles.
The tears that tear my heart.
I miss the squeaky 'I love you.'s
And the powerful prayers those same voices speak.



I miss my family. 
I miss my home.