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The Little (Literally) Place I Call Home


Welcome to Moroto (kind of)! I know most will not make it to see this new place I call home for their own eyes, and for those, I wish to bring you on a virtual tour. In today’s episode we will tour my luxurious suite. Many have asked what my home looks like, and it’s hard to explain just how small it is through words. So grab your showtime snack of choice (enjoy thoroughly – I miss snack foods the most), relax, and enjoy this episode of Moroto Cribs. 

Well, here it is. Most of the time, I don’t even know what to do with myself with all this space. I mean, I can stretch out on the ground between my bed and my table (which means there is plenty of space for those burpees that I often avoid). In all seriousness, it is small but it is truly plenty of space for one person. And I still feel comfortable to invite friends over for lunch or tea (or coffee, if I can convince them). So for now, this is my little home.

This is my little kitchen. When they first gave me my burner, they placed it on the foot-wide countertop with the gas tank by my bathroom door. I got a little creative, and took my two footlockers that I used for luggage on my journey here as extra kitchen space. I had a chunk of fabric I could use to dress them up a bit, and it has made a world of difference. I thoroughly enjoy being able to access my bathroom! 

Leave it to me to make a little coffee bar on my table! … there really isn’t much more to say about this. I just wanted to show it off.

This is my favorite part about my place – my sea of pictures! I love being surrounded my such sweet faces, each one somehow a part of me. And when I am missing home, I can find comfort here. I am reminded how each led me to where I am now, and it is encouraging!

Because I know my mom is obsessed with bathrooms… *Que the Moana soundtrack* “What can I say except you’re welcome”

This maybe should have been how I started, since it is what I see as I enter my home, but I am putting it at the end. I am welcomed by grapevines every time I come and go from my apartment. Sometimes I like to think I am in Italy, and instead of going to the market, I am going to get pizza by the ocean… but I am just going to the market, which is its own adventure that reminds me I am NOT in Italy, but rather Karamoja. And let’s be real, I rather be here living in obedience to God than anywhere else in the world.

That brings us to the end of our tour. Thank you for taking the time to see a piece of my world here in Moroto. It is a joy to be able to share what I can, and I look forward to sharing more of this area and what God is doing among the Karimojong. I leave you with a picture of a cow – mainly because I enjoy all the cows, they bring me back to my Central Oregon roots. 
Until next time.

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