The Countdown

Ever since we had 4 weeks remaining Laura has been counting down the days til we come home. I don't like it one bit. As much as I tried to be in denial though, I'm starting to feel like it's about that time. I think a lot of it had to do with saying goodbye to Auntie Jill and Uncle Joel yesterday. When they nailed down their departure date about 2 months ago I knew we'd only have a short time left once they had gone. We had a goodbye party for them yesterday (which was a nice excuse to kill and roast that dang pig that had been squealing like a little girl right outside our house) and they left this morning. I absolutely hated saying goodbye to them. Partly because I know it's just the first of many goodbyes in my near future, but mostly just because they are fabulous people that I love and adore and who have, in the least cheesy and non cliche way possible, changed me. I cried and became slightly less social, but I'm just trying to convince myself that I'll see them in the States when I go home.

The end of GETS is also a contributing factor to feeling like my time is almost up. We have a small ceremony for them today and they will most likely be going back to their homes on Wednesday. They have become my friends more than anything else, so saying goodbye to them won't be fun at all.

Though Laura has been counting down for ages now, I tried to refrain as long as I could, but even I can't help but think that I've only got 11 more days in Uganda, 8 more days in Mbarara, 3 more days with the GETS girls and 1 more team meeting. I'm trying to think of all the last minute things I need to do-people I need to see, pictures I need to take, gifts I need to buy, questions I need to ask..the list goes on. It's unbearable.

As hard as it will be to say goodbye though, I feel like it's about time to go home. I'm thankful for the wonderful family and friends I have that will care to hear about my stories and share in this part of my life with me.