With less than 7 days to go, this time next week I will be on the plane. On the whole I am mostly prepared. My flights are booked, my insurance arranged, injections had and the first of many malaria pills taken. If only it was as easy to mentally prepare.
Having visited Kenya before, I am in a fortunate position in that I know the best and the worst to expect and that, whatever I am faced with, I can deal with it. But the excitement and the anticipation and the not knowing make these final few days a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. There are times when I am so excited that I think I might burst and it feels as if these last few days in England are the slowest in the history of all mankind. Like someone has sneakily added a few extra hours to the day without telling me. Other times I question my sanity when I think of all my home comforts and my friends and my family that I am leaving behind in order to spend the next few months working unpaid in a third world country.
It's hard to pack your life and your possessions up into a suitcase trying to abandon the materialistic mind frame you inadvertently live with in this country. Trying to tell yourself that you don't actually need half your possessions is quite a challenging process. As a result I have packed. Unpacked. Packed. Unpacked. And finally thought "Sod it. I'll do it later!"
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