I have my passport, my vaccination documents, my letter from CNRG saying I can come there, puzzle books, all the chargers I need, a camera, in fact…I don’t think I have forgotten anything. One might say that I “forgot” to turn off the coffee pot, but, in fact, it turns itself off after 2 hours. Not a thing we have to worry about anymore.
I utterly cannot believe that I am on a trip to Africa. This, the culmination of all of my dreams and obsessions and study for most of my life, seems so meaningless suddenly in light of what leaving my husband at the train station was like.
He is the love of my life and I cannot believe that I am on this adventure without him. This is just the sort of thing he would love to do. My hope is that future adventures will be shared. That he will have the sort of job that he can take leave from relatively often and join me somewhere.
Anyway, parting, for us, was a great deal harder than we thought it was going to be. I thought I would be excited to go to Rwanda after all this time. But, for now I am numb with the stomach clenching anxiety of being parted from my partner, my teammate….my woobie.
If you would like to know what a woobie is, you should watch the film Mr. Mom.
Or look at this photo and know immediately…