The Leaving Gulu Blues

My eyeballs are trying to eject themselves from my face due to all the crying that's occured in the past 24 hours.

Thanks, ebola/pneumonic plague/mystery illness for unexpectedly moving up my Gulu departure date by a week and a half.

That's right, family and friends, we've been evacuated to Kampala.

I wasn't ready, in any way, shape, or form, to leave Gulu.  I got the call as I walked into the gate of my homestay last night that we were leaving in 12 hours.  Immediately... waterworks.  I thought I had another week and a half to say goodbye, do everything I wanted to do, and prepare myself for what promises to be the most spectacularly emotional goodbye scene on the planet when I leave Uganda entirely in two weeks.  Hollywood, learn a lesson from my life.

I don't mean to be corny (or break your heart, Mom) but I've definitely found a home in Gulu.  I suppose sometimes when you leave home, its possible to find another on the other side of the world... at least for me it is.  And I'll be returning as fast as humanly possible (summer break 2011?  yes please).




Maybe now I'll actually finish my ISP.  I definitely will, considering I have no intentions of leaving my hotel room unless an incredibly enticing offer comes along.

The moral of the story is... I hate Kampala and I hate ebola... but more on that later.




P.S.  Lesson of the Day:  In third world countires (or anywhere, really... let's not stereotype here, people), sometimes friendly neighborhood folk are tempted to steal expensive things.  Namely, my computer.  Good thing I had bigger things to worry about yesterday than a material thing that can be replaced, eh?  Otherwise... I'd be throwing a fit right now.  I'll be mad in a day or two when the leaving Gulu blues have passed and all I want to do is watch a movie.