This is a post about letting people down.

In the three years I was away (and the two years before that I spent most of my time in boarding school) my family got used to my absence. I'm sure they missed me, but since you can never really leave a family what they interacted with while I was away was an emptiness. My absence became a member of the family. I imagine it like one of those person shaped outlines that cartoon characters leave when they run through solid objects. This me shaped hole was holding my place until I got back. Which would be a perfect system except that everyone put their expectations of what I was into the hole while I was gone making the space smaller and smaller. And while I was gone I changed- I grew up. So re- assimilating has been.. tricky. For everyone, but especially for my little sister. I'm not sure what she was expecting but I am most definitely not it and being in the throes of adolescent angst she has absolutely no trouble letting me know. I have no idea what to do. I'm just hoping that she realizes that as disappointing as the reality may be I am here. I am not perfect but I do love her and I want to get to know her and to get to know me. It could just be the whole being a teenager thing. Or the whole you should really never move back in with your parents post the age of 18 thing. Either way something has got to give. And soon.

Making a start..

What is this blog about?

This is a blog about returning. About being on the cusp, between a beginning and an end. About being 21 and wide-eyed, idealistic, cynical, confused and amazed. About trying to figure it all out. About much- missed friends and friends yet to be made. This is a blog about lying in your childhood bed and feeling so the same and so incredibly different. About growing up. About coming home.

Who is this blog for?

Well, for me mostly, but also for all the other Kenyan (or whatever) girls (or boys... or whatever) who left home for university and find themselves back after graduation. Who find themselves re-assimilating into Nairobi (or wherever) culture. For people who realize that you can go home again. but it really isn't easy.

Who are you?

I am a 21 Kenyan girl who just graduated with a law degree and moved back home to go to Kenya School of Law.

Why are you interviewing yourself?
I had to make a start on my little bloggity blog and the mock interview path seemed like the easiest way. Let it go, okay?