missing my kids

- getting used to hot water (read: already able to take hot showers :) and I also don´t feel urge to eat as much as I can every time when I come home - that was a bad issue few weeks after my return home - I was just eating and eating - enjoying every bite, every flawor, just stuffing myself with as much food as I could (like in Java house in Nairobi - when we didn´t know when we´ll see "normal" food again) ...now I´m starting to miss Githery - really, and I miss those plastic cups in which water tasted like mixture of beans and laundry soap, and I miss my shaky bed and metal door which we left open every night, I miss cold mornings and silent waiting for hot cup of chai, ...geez I miss africa....and it´s getting worse every day, and every night before I go to sleep I just pray, I pray for my kids, because they are mine and all I need right now is them to be safe and sound, I need them to be happy and I just desperately want to check on them right now, today, in this second.