My room is a mess. I am trying to pack but I still have to use stuff, like everyday stuff. I have to brush my teeth, I have to wear shoes. Gah.
Set that aside and it is time to start saying the goodbyes. I went on a walk today to celebrate the semi-nice weather (curse Utah springs for it’s manic depressive weather!).
I realized I am going to miss this little guy. So even though he may not get it, I have to start saying goodbye to him. We love taking walks together and snuggling on the bed. I love you, ziggy!
Today was my last day at the single’s ward I attend. It was a wonderful day filled with ample amounts of the spirit and friends. In the evening, I was given a botswana cake. A botswana cake! Most people didn’t know what it was and they said it was a road going through the ocean.
Sure, that makes sense, but first it is a cake decorated to look like the flag of botswana. It was delicious. How did they know I love chocolate? Oh, probably because I am a person! Chocolate is the best thing ever. I hope they have chocolate in Botswana. I love the cake; I appreciate this gesture more then these girls even know. Sometimes, you think you are invisible, and then you’re not.
I have felt absolutely confident about this decision to join the peace corps for about eight months now. I feel like I have had plenty of time to mentally and emotionally prepare for the incredible adventure. It was just a couple of days ago that I started to feel this knot in my chest. It is happening. I can’t turn the clock back. I have to say goodbye to normalcy for a while while my whole world gets shifted upside down and I learn a new rhythm, a new culture and a new language. So I can say that I have been emotionally preparing, but I expect some turbulent days ahead.