As we approach Atlanta, I'm ready to cry; however, whether tears of sadness leaving Kampala, not knowing when if ever I will return, or tears of joy returning home, I am unsure of.
Here is what I know:
Uganda is beautiful in every aspect possible. The birds that fly around Makerere University look like pterodactyls. Boda bodas (cycle taxis) may look like fun, but are extremely dangerous. Whenever you ask a Ugandan to do something for you, they respond, "Yes, please." A Ugandan not only will let you gawk at their precious baby, but they hold him out to you, a complete stranger, to hold him. There might be lions and hippos and Jackson hartebeest, but the true beauty is in the people.
No one can make you feel better than your mom when you're sick. I'm a daddy's girl to the core. I love using the internet all the time. I miss my friends and family. I will no longer be treated superior to other people, but rather average and like everyone else. Everybody is waiting for my return, including myself.
Instead of crying, I'm going to rejoice. I'm on my way home more adult now than before I left. I grew up a lot during this trip, and anyone who knows me well, knows I needed it. Will I still fall? Of course. Will it still hurt? Sometimes, most of the time. But I will pick myself off, dust myself off, and hold my head high, because I am both lucky and blessed in the life I am fortunate to come to.
Signing out for the last time, see you soon!
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