I miss Tanzania. I miss the mountain air, the lack of sense of time, the food. I miss the sense of community that the people shared, and most of all, I miss learning from them.

I miss Jewish Kids Groups, too. I miss my tribe. I miss Shabbat and Hamotsi before snack.

To be honest, I miss quite a few moments and periods in my life that I wasn’t quite ready to grow out of.

Growing hurts, and in the process, we learn. I love Kindezi and I am so blessed to be in a position that I wanted, but I have a lot of growing to do before I am an adequate fourth grade teacher.

Teaching comes with the assumption that you will never quite be ready for the job. There are loads of acronyms that I am not familiar with.