I am sitting in the Entebbe airport, when a woman strikes up a conversation with me. I am always so thankful when someone else starts the conversation. I am horrible at small talk, and always feel awkward when there are only two white people in a room and they are not talking. She asked me where home was. That is the most complicated question for me to answer anymore. I grew up in Oregon, then moved to Boise for school and decided that was “home”. Then the big move to Africa. One of the first questions mzungus ask is “where are you from?” Depending on my mood, I flipped back and forth between Oregon and Idaho. Sometimes, I would say one and want to slap myself because that was not the one I wanted to come out of my mouth. Then I take five minutes bumbling through this weird explanation on why both Oregon and Idaho are home. Well, now let's mix Uganda into the mix! I started through my bumbling mess when this complete stranger asked me where I was from... and being way past my be