I miss Africa everyday!
However, today i miss Africa to the point of frustration.
I am envious of my friends who get to spend their summer in my continent.
My heart was left over there and I'd like to return to it again.
The memories are my day dreams.
They infest my mind and my heart.
People don't understand that when i say it hurts, it can physically hurt in my chest with how much i miss it.
It's not like i hate my life here, infact i love it.
But there's a saying,
"once you've caught a glimpse of his presence
you're ruined for anything else"
There, in Africa i caught a glimpse of Him.
I am ruined for anything else.
