This morning, I left Gobabis for the last time.
Lucky for me, I managed to get Ministry of Education transport for this morning. I had alot of stuff to bring to Windhoek to either leave in the volunteer lounge for other PCVs or to trade for crafts. I said goodbye to all the Ministry of Education groundskeepers and drivers who have kept an eye on my house while I've/we've been gone, who've fed Chico, and who've sat on the bench outside with me when I was having a bad day and needed company.
It was so strange leaving my house knowing that I might never be back to it.
On the way out of town we made a turn at my school so that I could say goodbye to Yolande (and everyone else). I'm really going to miss her. I wish I could squeeze her in my backpack and bring her back to the states with me. The waterworks started at school and didn't stop until we were about 30 kilometers out of town.
It's funny, I didn't cry at all leaving America. This is much different. I cried because, as much as I sometimes loathed it, Gobabis became my home. I cried for all the things I accomplished and all the things I didn't accomplish. We stopped and took pictures of the things I'd always wanted to take pictures of, but never could (because you can't really ask a hike to stop so you can take a picture), like this:
And this:
And this:
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| This photo is supposed to show the purple flowers on the side of the road - they're everywhere between Windhoek and Gobabis - but it seems they're the kind of thing that's hard to capture with a camera. |
Luckily my driver was one of my favorite guys at the Ministry, he drove quietly while I sobbed on our way out of town, and happily stopped whenever I wanted to snap a photo. He even helped me unload when we got to Windhoek.
It's 39 degrees in Windhoek today. That's 102F. Yuck.
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