My heart is in Africa

Ya know, for as long as I can remember, my heart has been in Africa. Long before I ever went the first time, it held a special place in my heart. I can't explain where it came from, but I think it began sometime around 5th grade. I knew that God had a special plan for my life. I knew it involved Swahili :-) I love the language, I love the people. After spending two years in Eastern Africa, it wasn't just in my heart, it was a part of who I am. Now, here I sit longing to be back there. I think about it all the time. I talk about it with virtually everyone that I meet. People ask me if I grew up in Africa all the time. I want to say yes, but truth be told, I did not. When can I go home? Soon and very soon....