I’m getting ready to head to Kenya soon. I have the privilege of meeting with several of Biblica’s Regional Directors of Africa. Have I told you before that I love my job!?!
While in Kenya, I have the opportunity to Rift Valley Academy; my high school. It will be 20 years since I left that place. As Caroline and I were driving to soccer today, I was telling her about my trip. She said, “Mom, you’re not going to cry are you?”
I will never forget the day I left RVA for the final time. We had celebrated four years of amazing friendships. After graduation, we’d be scattered literally around the world.
When I think of RVA, vivid memories come to mind. Chai every morning after Chapel, singing the Kenya National Anthem in Swahili outside by the flagpole. Freezing cold days in the summer, huddled around small space heaters. Popcorn and crepes for lunch because the dining hall food was terrible. Well, except for French fry days and Sunday lunch. Running loops around the campus in the early morning hours. Playing racquetball on the courts. So many hundreds of hours laughing in the dorms.
For me, an 8 pm curfew as a senior was no big deal. We had each other to make our own fun. We were taught the value of hard work. We had chores every day. To this day I cannot let a bed be left unmade. RVA taught me so much about friendships, communication, God, love, hope, culture, life.
So I’m going back. To walk the paths again, this time as an almost 40 year old. This time as a mother of three. This time as a woman who’s finally lived longer in the USA than in Africa.
This growing up business is hard stuff. It’s hard to watch my kids go through it and it’s hard to keep going through myself. But when I stop and reflect on the many amazing things that have happened in my life, I am so thankful that I get to live each day. It’s a good life.