London“It all feels so hopeless, and I feel so empty.”
—London Berkeley
After a quick flight to DC with Loïc where I leave him to spend the weekend with Dixon, Sarah, Evan, and baby Emma, who is already three months old, I board a flight for London. I have a fourteen-hour delay in this gorgeous city, so I get out of the airport to take it in. I send Loïc a selfie of me in front of Big Ben. There’s a similar selfie—with Loïc in it as well during our first trip here—framed and sitting on our mantel at home.
God, that was an eternity ago.
My layover in London flies by, and before I know it, I’m back on the plane. I have a four-hour layover in Rwanda before boarding my final flight to Dar es Salaam, Tanzania.
I step off the plane at my final destination, feeling both excited and nervous.
