Getting ready to go home was a frenzy of good-byes, exchanging addresses and stuffing suitcases. Fortunately, I had plenty of room in my suitcase after giving away the rest of the clothes I had brought. I literally went home with the clothes on my back.
Leaving Africa was hard. I had met so many wonderful people and had seen so many needs (some that I thought I could even help to fulfill if I had more time). We had worked hard and had fun doing so. We were tired - physically and emotionally. We had seen and done so much in such a short time, yet had done so little to make much of an impact. However, none of us were looking forward to the long (26 hour trip). Yet, I was anxious to get home to see my family (and my dog)!
I knew I would return home a changed person - and I wondered how those changes would affect me and those around me.
After doing a little shopping at the airport and buying some AMAZING batiks, we had to hurry to the plane where we sat for more than 3 hours while they worked out 'a security issue'. As the plane took off and I watched Africa disappear under the cloud bank, I knew it wasn't 'kwaheri' (good-bye) and that I would return again some day. (Hopefully soon!)
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