its our last day here and were going to the falls (side note:: Burley bear “i gotta aowie”… mama i fell down….so i might have some facial changes when i get home….no stitches i promise. And my hair is braided….LONG so i might look like a hippie with a really really really really bad black eye) its hard to believe its over…
Ngabisa and her sister didn’t show up for the last week, so i never even got a chance to say goodbye. if there is anything I’ve learned so far its to live in the moment and value the time you have with the people you love…because your never sure when you might or might no see them again.
Ayanda and Wandile have become my crew though and yeasterday was so hard saying goodbye to them….she taught me to dance (miracles do happen!) and we would run around like little girls (that’s how i fell down…how stupid is that?) but she cried and wouldnt even look at me…..until the end when she and Wandile and about several-hundred kids chased after our kumbi. I dont think i’ll fully process all this until i wake up in my own bed…and realize that the care point is no longer a 15-20 min walk down the road but a 16 hr flight plus a 5 hour car ride. I didnt think i’d become this attached to the people….its not fair.
Everyone and thier mom has asked me weather or not I’m ready to go home.
i’m not, i’m ready to bring “home” here….I’m not ready to leave them but to bring my life to them.
