As I sit here in the IMME room on campus, I am surrounded by luggage and somber students who are quietly shedding tears after having been forced to say goodbye to those that they came to call “family”. All that I have borrowed is checked in, my bags are packed. I have bid goodbye to my siblings, to my Mama, to my neighbors, and soon must bid goodbye to the young man I’ve come to admire so much.
This feeling is so surreal. We always say this wherever we go, but the time went by so fast. Four months seemed like forever when I returned from that first 10-day trip to Rwanda and realized it was time to actually settle down and start living life in this different and new context.
Now, it’s time to depart. This hurts, especially because I know I will come back here someday…someday. So knowing that, doesn’t give my mind permission to start erasing faces, memories, voices… it’s actually easier to try and turn away completely knowing you’ll never see those people again. But I WILL see them again…and I love these people. My heart misses them already.
I love this place. It’s become my second home and I am leaving part of my heart here buried in African soil. Thus, this could not possibly be a final goodbye….
But until that later point, goodbye Uganda…I’ll see ya when I see ya. ❤