And the journey continues
“To the end of his days Bilbo could never remember how he found himself outside, without a hat, a walking-stick or any money, or anything that he usually took with him when he went out; leaving his second breakfast half-finished and quite unwashed-up, pushing his keys into Gandalf’s hands, and as fast as his furry feet could carry him down the lane, past the great Mill, across The Water, and then on for a mile or more.” As you are probably more than aware, I love The Hobbit because it is a story so reflective of life. In fact, much like Bilbo (my hobbit counterpart), I do not think that I will ever be able to comprehend what has happened in my life in 2015. Let’s do a quick recap of the past eight months, shall we? In January, I boarded a plane to take me to a random town in Uganda to live, study, and intern for four months. It was one of the biggest risks I had taken in my life up to that point. My biggest struggle was trying to answer the question:...