Goodbyes.

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.