So I have decided to return back to America as scheduled. I think it would be better to leave when I'm supposed to with the memories and relationships I have made thus far. Plus, I really am starting to miss home.
I would however love to take another journey sooner rather than later- but this time I'm thinking Europe. And maybe just as a tourist and not a volunteer.
The flies are eating away at all of us... all of our bug bites have turned into holes in our skin from the flies- it's so disgusting, and very annoying. We are all covered in band aids all the time!
Tonight the kids are having a goodbye ceremony for me and we're going to dance and party... I'm going to wear my new African dress that I had specially made for me. Leaving at 5am tomorrow morning to get a TroTro to Accra, where I will leave my stuff at the volunteer house there while myself, Alex, Karima, and Bailey head to Kokrobrite Beach until Sunday. We're staying at "Big Millies" where there is authentic African drum music on Friday night and live music on Saturday... which should be a blast.
Yamba John called me his mother yesterday... Evans was trying to hit me with a rubber bat and Yamba told him not to beat his mother. Adorable. Bimbi would like me to send her an "ackage" (package) from America... Richard would like me to fit him into my suitcase and take him with me, even after I told him he wouldn't be able to breathe, eat, or go to the bathroom in there. Esther asked why I was leaving and I told her I had no money to stay so she offered me 60 paseweas (about 60 cents) but I told her that would not be enough but thank you so much anyway. Sillas wrote me a letter on the back of a drawing of the American flag that he did, telling me how much he loves me and when I come back I should buy him a football (soccer ball), socks, shoes, books, and everything. Nsambey will not let go of me the entire time I'm at the orphanage. Etkins falls asleep in my arms every night after dinner while the kids do prayer songs. Memm John says it is no good that I am leaving. Collins looks so sad everytime someone mentions that I am leaving and just hugs me forever. Akwayme will not stop giving me kisses on my cheeks and arms and legs, he is so adorable... when he's not punching the other children. Neko whom I call Turtle Bug because he looks like a turtle, and a bug, tells me everyday "My name is Neko" in his adorable African voice because he doesn't understand why I call him Turtle Bug. Nana sat on my lap yesterday for over an hour, just cuddling....
...it's going to be so hard to leave these kids. I will be a mess of tears this evening.
See you all in about a week, where I will show you hundreds of pictures so faces can be put to names.
Love you and miss you, see ya'll soon!
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