I've always been pretty pants at goodbyes. Leaving Gede Special School was emotional, leaving Kenya is borderline heartbreaking. Perhaps I'm being a typical girl, but I can't help but get incredibly emotionally attached to the children I've worked with and the places I've been. Think about how entangled Christmas lights magically manage to get during the year. No matter how tidily they're put away it's inevitable that when it comes to putting up the decorations, the first hour could easily be spent wrestling with the knots that hold the strings of lights to each other. Call me melodramatic, but that's pretty much where I'm at now. I'm emotionally entangled with Kenya. Fortunately I have a 9 hour flight to Heathrow tonight to get myself into a relatively unknotted state.
Hopefully.
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