I'm terrible at goodbyes. Every time I
have to say goodbye, I avoid it.
And in this season of life, I've said a
lot of goodbyes. I said goodbye to my college days, to my college
roommates, to the job I held in college, and to friends that have
graduated and moved away.
Soon, I'll be saying goodbye to
everyone here, to the friends that I have made, the students I have
gotten to know, and the staff who work tirelessly to take care of the
children here. I really fear change, and saying goodbye to something
or someone usually means things are changing.
It's hard to say goodbye, when I don't
really know what's next. I head home as a college graduate with a new
home, a new schedule, a new school, and no job (yet... I'm looking).
I'm someone who likes consistency, who
likes to have a plan. I like to be in control, but in this situation,
I just don't have the luxury of knowing.
So this week I say goodbye to a place
and a people that have my heart, to come home to a lot of newness and
unknown. It's scary and unsettling, but I guess that's just part of
the adventure.
The first of many goodbyes: Kara and I took a day trip to Mwanza
to see the college students one last time before we leave.
