23 days.
I'm not even remotely ready for this. I had to physically remove myself from my laptop the other morning to avoid applying for a 12-month position here in Kigali. I know I need to go 'home'. The problem is that I am home.
When my flight to Kilimanjaro just before Christmas took off, I felt this overwhelming, heady sense of relief. Because I knew I'd be coming back. I am not at all ready to be on the flight that takes me away from here, maybe forever.
Africa gets into your system. Rwanda is in my bloodstream, pumping through my veins, in the air I breathe. I just keep thinking, why would you ever want to live there when you can live here? I didn't realise this was going to hurt so much.
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1 comment:
That is quite possibly the best way I have ever heard it described - why would you want to live there when you could live here? Or in my case, why would I want to live here when I could live there? I remember thinking that in Liberia when people got excited about going for trips to the US... um, why? Why such excitement, when where we were was so great?
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