“I need to write this down. This way that I’m feeling. This uninhibited, childish jubilee, this lightness, this joy in the purest sense of the word. Wow. Africa is beautiful.The human body has a funny way of dulling even the most intense of sensations over time. Maybe that’s a blessing, a way of surviving in the wake of tragedy. But – I never want to forget this feeling. Right now, I am living out a different kind of blessing. I’d like to be able to summon this emotion always… throughout my life… no matter what comes my way.”I wrote the above in my journal on January 6, 2020. It was only my second day in Tanzania, just over two months ago. I was sitting in my tent at Chem Chem Lodge after visiting the local primary school, watching the Wildebeest graze just a few hundred feet from me as I furiously tried to pin my feelings to the lines in my notebook.Though it’s hard to imagine right now as our global community wades its way through the uncharted territory that is the Covid-19 pandemic, the feeling that I desperately attempted to bottle up only further blossomed as my trip progressed over the next eight days. I fear that I’ll never be able to adequately capture in words the way that my first safari experience so fully impacted my being. But, at this point in time, I am so glad that I tried because as I sit at my father’s desk in his home office, quarantined with my family back in my hometown, it’s the sentiment, no matter how hastily transcribed, that allows me to vividly recall my unbridled bliss–to ‘summon the emotion’ I was feeling on that day.