Saying goodbye...again

Training if officially done and I am headed to Nairobi for swearing in. I’m looking forward to starting the 2nd part of my adventure but sad that I have to say good bye to the 1st one. When I first came here, I was scared as hell. I had spent some time in the hotel due to illness and had to wait a few days to meet my family. I felt uncomfortable and nervous. I had no idea what these people were like. The day I got there I had to call them mama and baba. I cant tell you how awkward that was. These were complete strangers and I had to refer to them as family members. If you told me then that I would eventually care for them as a family, I would not have believed you. They have become my second family in every aspect of the word. Even now, I try to hold back tears as I try to think of words to say to them to express how much they mean to me. I am going to miss my sister, Ruth who has become my mentor, friend and sister. I am going to miss mama with her broken English and appetite for life Even with the language barrier, I learned so much from her. How to light a jeko, a lantern, how to cook on my own and what a strong women looks like. Im going to miss dennis, the neighborhood boy who loved pussy and learning sign language and I think I might even miss the damn cow and the many challenges it made for me. I had to tell my American family goodbye when I got on the plane. But that was a goodbye I’ll see you in 2 years. What about a goodbye, I don’t know if I will ever see you again? What do you say then?