As my time in Kenya is coming to end, I self reflect. Remembering back to the day at the airport when my parents dropped me off, crying uncontrollably as I made my way through security. I knew my tears stemmed from fear and doubt. Can I really do this, will I really be able to live in Africa? As I waved goodbye to my parents and watched them turn to walk out, I cried a bit harder. I knew in that moment I only had myself to rely on, it was in a matter of seconds I had to grow up. Panic once again met up with me in London when I was told my flight to Nairobi has been canceled, " I'm sorry today Virgin is not flying to Kenya." "Stay calm," I told myself, "I'll figure this out." And so within an hour I had a new flight to Kenya on Kenya Airways, and a part of me thought, "Maybe after all I can do this." Two weeks into my journey I knew I was "safe," keeping in mind what everyone told me, "The first two weeks will be the hardest and if you get past that you'll be fine." So I settled in and made Kenya my home and it welcomed me with open arms. And over the past couple months I listened, watched, and embraced. I listened to everything that was being said, I watched everything around me and I opened my mind and my heart to country that has seen so much pain, yet is one of the happiest and warmest places I have ever been. The children, the beautiful children, are the leaders of tomorrow and the future of a better world. The youth, I have no doubt will lead this country to nothing but success with a passion for change. The men and women of the older generations keep tradition close and remind us to stay close to our roots. This country is nothing short of a miracle, a place that will have a piece of my heart forever, a place where we could all learn from, and a place that I now call home. Leaving will be one of the hardest things I'll ever have to do, but know that I will return only to learn more.
with a little piece of my heart,
Julia