ETA: 3 WEEKS

Well my life as a Peace Corps volunteer is drawing to a close and I felt you guys deserved one more blog post before the end. I have spent the last week visiting friends and saying goodbye to my students. Its been hard with lots of crying. These people, this country has become my family, my home these past 2 yrs. Even with the backstabbing teachers, the corruption, the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, I have enjoyed my time here. I have 2 weeks till I fly out and 3 weeks till Im back on American soil. It feels weird to be going but also exciting. I never thought I would reach this day. Its bittersweet to say the least. But I am proud to say I survived 2 years in the Peace Corps. Looking back on my service I have come to realize something. Although I didn’t build a library or have a school named after me. I didn’t contribute any money or bring anyone to America. I failed miserably most of the time and at times felt lost and totally over my head. My proudest accomplishment during my time in Kenya is how much I grew up. I came here thinking I would change the world and instead Kenya changed me.