Blog entries will follow about being in Nairobi. But right now, I’m sitting in Arabica on Capital Hill in Seattle, lovingly crafted cappuccino in hand. Patrick Watson plays on well-placed speakers. Everyone wrapped in layers of natural and earth tones, typing, sharing space, and air. Branches cast shadows on skulled wall paper, and I am happy and at peace. I love it here. So many homes, and somehow always home sick.