Write to you tomorrow...or in two weeks?

So, as you can see, I have been back from Kitale for almost a week and I'm just now writing this post. I'm sorry. But is it not true, my mind's time was better spent in Kitale than on my blog?! Looking back at my last post- I think I was delerious.
There are so many things I could say about Kitale.
I could say that is it one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.
I could say, Christian or not, God has his hands placed on the people of that town.
I could say that I fell in love with the street children. 
I could say that I wanted more time.
In the few weeks that I spent in Kitale, my heart broke in ways that it had never been broken before. If you didn't already catch on the last three weeks of my life have been spent in Kenya. The first in Nairobi. The second in Kitale with a team of 10 Americans and 10 Kenyans. And the third just Allison and I and 30 humans I had never met before. The last week was given solely to Oasis. Oasis of Hope is a center for street children to go and just be kids for four hours out of their day. Their main goal is to feed the kids, but they also provide an education and a safe place to be for a few hours of their week. Over the past couple of years, Oasis has become home to 22 boys and a mean of survival for about 100 street children. I don't know what else to say about this place, except for that it stole my heart. Our days were filled with happiness and our nights were filled with green grams and chapati. Posting my 700 pictures on both here and facebook would kill me so either check out my facebook or read Allison's blog of our full three week stay here:

http://kenyakenyakenya.blogspot.com/

Thank you thank you thank you for all of your support. I love you guys and want my two worlds that I love to combine so I can be apart of them both every day.

Nakupenda sana sana (I love you VERY much).

Hope fully the next time I write on this blog it will be in preparation for my next trip to Kenya.

Tuonana baadaye! (See you later!)

I don't even know what day it is.

HELLO!

I am so sorry I have taken so long to let you know how I have been doing. This trip has been just so incredible. I'm telling you- God really does have to take me all the way to Kenya just to tell me a years worth of lessons. Right now I'm sitting in the dining room of my home for the next week. There are about twenty college students staying here with a family from Saddleback church in California.  I really only know my small group leader Allison- and for the next week she will be my bunk partner.

The past two weeks have been crazy. Our first day here we met with our Kenyan team in Nairobi (my roomate's name is Daizzy). We spent a full week doing some of the hardest serving projects I have yet to encounter. We were back at the school in the slums that I loved so much last year called Chamrecc. We went to a children's orphanage in the slums called Joy Valley. We visited the stinkin cutest babies ever at a baby home called New Life. We went back to Chamrecc to help run a service for the kids. I kissed a giraffe and I didn't like it.

The second week, we traveled to Kitale on Sunday after church. It was the longest 7 hour bus drive I've ever been on. I would love to sit here and write for an hour but I would like to sleep after returning to Kitale after dropping my team off last night in Nairobi.

As Allison would say, here in Kitale storms a brewin'. Write to you tomorrow.

Nakupenda.