Thank you Uganda for being a wonderful introduction to life in Africa.
Adventures have been had along the dusty red roads with views of rolling hills and tea plantations and open spaces and savannas. Smells,along with dirt, have been etched and I know, even after time, I will be here again, brought back to my running routes or safaris in my memories.
My little home is now just a shelter and a place to sleep- my belongings no longer surround me, they have left, I too am now ready to do the same.
I am going home, to Scotland, before moving to Nairobi. I'm pleased I have this time in between leaving one life and starting a new. Time to close the window (well, keeping it a-jar) on one adventure before opening the door. Time to sleep and recover from the end of a school year before being positive about starting another!
Saying goodbye is always hard. Thankful that you made those great friends that are your family abroad; that help you sort out your car, listen to you over wine, get you out of bed in the mornings to go on runs and help you pack your belongings into boxes. But I'm not sad anymore about leaving, not really. I am excited about seeing my friends soon, somewhere, and sharing and catching-up on all our stories and adventures and having some new ones too. I joke that I feel like Arni in the Terminator, quoting "I'll be back!" to everyone that I say fond farewells to.
So-farewell Uganda, for now...