Viva la Africa

Oh my God- I'm leaving in less than 24 hours. Ahhh! I have spent the last few days running around trying to figure out what I'm doing. As of this moment - I think that I have three more things to settle, and then I'm ready to leave. I believe I have only forgotten about two important things - so that's not too bad. This last month has been extremely weird and wonderful. I have forged and deepened friendships, and have found a piece of myself that I didn't know about. I wish you all well while I am gone, and hope that you don't forget me easily. See you on the other side.

Grande Finale

Today is my last day at Habberton House. I'm a little mixed about how I feel. Part of me wants to burn the place down, and the other part of me wants to stay here forever. When I woke up this morning (at 0530) I wondered if the insanity of Habberton has worn off on me, or did I already come this way? Has my insanity been sleeping - only to be rudely awakened by animalistic screams and children attacking me? I wonder how much damage (apart from the loss of hearing, 3 stab wounds, a separated shoulder, and the inability to play boards games ever again) have I amassed? How wounded is my psyche really? All I really know is that now is the time for forward movement, and if I stay here I will seriously cripple myself.

"Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward Adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul." Rebecca West (1892 - 1983)

In two hours - I plan to walk down that long dark hallway with my head held high, and my spirit free.