Home is where your heart is

It was great to see our friends and family.
It was nice to eat yummie foods and live in luxury. To drive in a place where people keep the rules and respect each other. To enjoy cleanliness and the consistency of water and electricity.
Though people seemed a bit pale, it was wonderful to see those who have our heart and to visit places we once poured our heart into and used to call home.

Here I am again, the last drops of water available to us were used to flush the toilet that started to stink from a day's use without flushing. I wanted to quickly print a document but didn't succeed as electricity was off.
I though I would pour a quick glass of milk for my daughter but forgot that I had to pasteurize it first. I wanted to make a phone call only to find the network to be down and oh, even with network it would not have worked as my phone minutes were finished and the guys in the little shop in our valley didn't have any minutes for sale.
Crazy enough, I call this place my home.

After all; Home is where your heart is.
And my heart is in Rwanda.