Tomorrow, I am off to Nairobi, and then to Amsterdam and Prague. It is time to go home. I think I have either stayed 5 weeks too long, or 5 months too short. I miss my friends the most, but I also miss being able to walk down the street without someone shouting, “Ching Chong!” or “Mzungu!” (white person). I miss not being asked for money or even the shoes off of my feet. I miss people being less than 3 hours late, and I miss knowing that someone won’t hike the price up 500% because of the color of my skin.