Home....what is this supposed to feel like again?

Home. It doesn't feel like it.... My home is Kenya. Rolling plains and desert, grasslands, heavy rains, hot suns. Giraffes and zebras and wildebeest daily running by. Trees with thorns. Dirty kitchen and line dry laundry. What is this would of cars, and dishwashers, and tv's, cell phones, malls....I'm so lost here! And no one understands what I went through. My experience is not something I can explain to you. As hard as I try, you won't get it. Not that I blame anyone for that, or am angry, it's just the truth. I learned so many things that I can't share until I fully understand them. Things about the kingdom of God that blew me out of the water. There's so much that I'm still sorting through, things I still have to process. Being home is nice. Being with my family...but then again, now I have a whole family out there, spread across several countries and nationalities. What will I do without them? We grew together, cried together, laughed, slept, comforted, discovered. It feels like only yesterday I made the decision to forgo college and spend 5 months in Kenya...where did my time go? And now I only have 2 months until I leave for England. How fast will that time go? "I can sum up in three words what I know about life: It moves on."-- Ralph Waldo Emerson.