It’s with a bittersweet excitement that I write this one. Tomorrow I’ll board a flight for Nairobi; luckily, it’ll be the last time I have to pack up my life in a box for at least a year. A bit of gratitude is due for making this such an incredible experience:
To the Buffalo staff, thanks for the opportunity to join the family. To Dave, for the copious amounts of sushi we consumed and Wolong Chinese. To David, for showing me Canadians can actually be cool, and for Fringilla Butchery. To Linet, for the connections in Kenya and in advance for going out in Nairobi. To the Eubanks brothers, for showing me you never have to grow up. To Harry, for Branston Pickle, and for the companionship.
To Beth, for showing me that Peace Corps volunteers aren't all the same. To Lauren, for showing me to always watch your belongings at the bar. (Too soon?) To Arina, for Bananagrams (times two). To Michelle, for not hating all Americans…? To Sylvia, Kabita, and my Zambian family, for the hospitality over the past few months. To Danny, for calling me the wrong name for 4 months, and teaching me I am most definitely not ready for kids. To Matthew, Kenzie, and Jacob, for showing me that someday I will be. To my real family, for the love, support, and encouragement to do what makes me happy. To Zambia, for teaching me patience beyond my wildest dreams. And for your most amazing countryside. You've been a fantastic introduction to Last Great Frontier. And to the dog next door, if I were into animal cruelty, you’d be first.
I’m incredibly grateful to Zambia and everyone within for this experience, but am greatly looking forward to tomorrow and the 12 months ahead of me.
2014 is going to be one hell of a year.