Isaiah 43:18-19 “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”
There’s a month left till I leave Huye. I try not to think about it much, but people frequently remind me of this fact. I’ve found myself having a similar feeling to the one I had at the end of a good summer of camp. I’d want one more week, one more weekend, even just one more day to continue doing something I love.
It’s an interesting feeling right now and I wish I could give you a day here. Maybe if you had a day, just one, you would know what some of this feels like.
The feelings when:
I first arrived in Huye.
People began complimenting my Kinyarwanda.
I travelled by bus alone for the first time.
Someone said I had become African.
I’m sitting on a roof at my site placement and look over the hills at another country.
One of my students does amazingly on the TOEFL and yet I won’t be here when she receives graduate school acceptance information.
My P6 students tell me they’ll miss me.
The night breeze passes by as I read a book in my hammock.
Light rain falls on me as I walk home.
I made a Rwandan dish and messed up multiple times, but finally figured it out.
I was able to teach one of my friends to make chapati.
A sandstorm occurred right before a hard rain.
A kids says that I’m a superhero, like Iron Man or Spider man.
I’m giving one kid a piggy back ride, while one holds one hand and another latches on to my last arm.
I have seen markets all around the country and become really eager to explore.
The list could continue for much longer, but I think this gives you some idea of many situations I’ve experienced and how they each might impact me differently.
I remember when I first arrived in Rwanda, people told me my time was short. At that time, the year seemed like a decent amount of time. Now, I think they were right. It’s hard to imagine I’ve been here as long as I have and I find myself wondering where the time has gone. This time is too short.
I’m still here and living each day as fully as I think I can. I’m trying not to drag my feet and I’m aware of the various ways I need to tie up lose ends, but some times these things are more easily said than done.
Many amazing things have happened during my time here. I know God is doing great things in my life and in this country. I keep finding myself in the place I was in at the end of each summer. I want another month, another week, another weekend, maybe even just one more day, but I am slowly accepting that my time is coming to an end.
I’ve had a poem by Emily Dickinson on my mind over the past few days and it’s informed this post a bit. Maybe you’ll enjoy this work as well.
(This is normally what a rainy day in Huye can look like. It was only rainy lightly this day. The sky was a blue/grey mixture and spanned all across Huye. We’re supposed to be in the dry season soon, but Huye doesn’t seem to have received the memo.)