Miss miss

I miss being called Laureen.

I miss playing shootings and telling stories on the front porch with these boogers.

I miss really really good fruit.

I miss the sun and the heat.

I miss my bed net.

I miss Oscar.

I miss dark skin and bright colors.

I miss drumming in the streets.

I miss thinking "that is absolutely ridiculous" at least five times a day.

I miss every day being an adventure.

I miss Africa.

I just got a ton of pictures printed from my summer in Ghana and look at all 200+ of them kind of a lot now. Needless to say- I'm feeling a little Ghana-sick.