It’s been just over two months since our family has moved into our home in Nairobi, Kenya. This was a move like no other that we have made. I packed for most of it but moved almost none of it. My husband moved most of it while I was in the U.S. with our children. It took him two separate drives with two separate lorries, some good friends doing heavy lifting, and a lot of used boxes. Then he had to drive our two dogs and one rabbit the six hours south from upcoutry to Nairobi. Bless him.
The kids and I arrived to a house full of boxes, sleeping bags loaned from a neighbor, furniture strewn about, and no appliances. Rentals in Kenya don’t come with appliances. Or lightbulbs. Not a single lightbulb in the entire house.
Oh, and, school was starting in ten days. Yes, school. I have homeschooled all five of my children since they entered kindergarten (they each had the opportunity to attend old fashioned church preschool a few mornings a week). This year my oldest two were going into 10th grade and 7th grade. It was time for a change.
They now attend Rosslyn Academy in Nairobi. They are doing so well and I could not be more proud of both of them. All A’s and B’s on their first quarter report cards, tennis team for the oldest, soccer team for the younger, and best of all they are enjoying themselves.
Having my sons at school this year has allowed me much more time to focus on my daughters and their educations. Serious stuff.
Living in Nairobi has been a welcome change. We enjoyed our time and our friends in Eldoret. It was simply time to move on. God brought forth such an abundance of opportunities and it became so clear that this was where we need to be for now. There is so much more for our children here. School, friends, athletics, a library, dance classes, and even movie theaters (although we haven’t been yet).
But never fear, it’s not all typical, western style, big city living. We still have to dodge the cattle on the roads
and we have monkeys on our roof. Not kidding.
I’m thrilled and only a little bit scared.