I don’t know what to call this post. It’s really hard for me to capture how I feel right now, because I don’t even know how I feel, which makes it impossible to try and explain to someone else. But I do know this: I love my friends here, and saying goodbye to Mr. Ambalo, Dorine and Mr. Sirawa is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. One of. It’s tough. Like, really tough. Tougher than coming to Kenya. Anyways, I just wanted to brag on them a little and tell everyone back home about how awesome they’ve made not only my 2 years in Kenya, but especially these intense, stressful few weeks leading up to my farewell. There’s gonna be a sappy post about it coming soon, so just consider this one as the preview.
My last shopping trip in Siaya.
Last time getting my own fresh milk from our backyard.
Bags are packed… Country Roads, take me home!
Partying with Dorine on my very last night in Siaya.
Dancing with Ambalo on my very last night in Siaya.
This one goes out to the amazing man who kept me in Kenya for 2 whole years!
My dance partners in Siaya
Last song! Last dance in Siaya. Such great company! I’m going to miss these nights.
In the morning, before leaving Siaya, I had to get a good picture of a butcher to show everyone at home. Here it is!
Lunch on the lake with Ambalo in Kisumu! They wash your car while you eat, whether you want them to or not.