These last three months I've imagined myself as one of those English ladies, spending the season as a guest in a series of wonderful country homes-- from Connecticut to California and now this magical house in Rwanda, which will be a quick home base before a road trip through South Africa with some of my oldest friends. It turns out that there is a profound comfort in showing up at someones house and effortlessly finding a home there makes life on the road less of an exile and more of a fluid adventure. Things that stay the same: warm sweaters and painted nails and bad rap music and great food, always. It's a real gift to step out of regular life for a moment, to be reminded that there are places in every corner of the world where the people that love you stay the same.
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