Personal Narrative: Moving To Mozambique

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Nobody enjoys moving, I know I don’t, it’s so difficult, not just physically but emotionally. When my husband Adan and I moved to Mozambique, I was so excited but moving away from my friends and family was so difficult, until this day my heart feels like it has been beaten and burned-out. I’ve had to adjust to the new ways of life and accept it. I love the atmosphere in Mozambique; the people are so warm and welcoming. From our new home, we could see the beautiful beach. Every Sunday morning, Adan and I have breakfast by the balcony and watch the waves wonder aimlessly. The tides always washed away our troubled thoughts. It was a Saturday afternoon, I had just finished my last patient for the day and ready to go home when my husband called

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