And so it begins, the two day journey back to the mitten. A bus ride to Accra from Kumasi, then three flights before we land in Detroit, hopefully on Friday. I feel like I have been counting down to this for a long time. I’m simultaneously excited and sad. Anxious to get home, to see Terri and Gary, Katie (and Jeff & John?) Caitlin, Tara, Macey, and everyone else in Ann Arbor. To have some fruit and take a hot shower and sit on my porch swing and have a glass of wine. But then what? School starts and it’s time to face real life. I don’t think I have really considered what it means to be going back fully. And what I’m leaving behind here. Today I was so sad to give Afia one last hug goodbye, and to say bye to Dr. Konney, Wisdom, and Pope. Anna and Kersten. The other senior doctors were not present of course. Mac (or Mark?) and his kind soul who was nothing but helpful and nice to us. Goodbyes are sad and draining to the spirit. Especially in situations such as these when you don’t know if you will see that person again. Knowing that this is their everyday, but we get to pack up and leave back to our ridiculously comfortable American lives. Kumasi was full of good vibes, quiet nights, green trees and red dirt. I only wish we could’ve met Afia’s kids because I can only imagine how precious they are with the great momma they have. KATH was a very different experience than Korle Bu, but I hope that we were able to begin to establish a positive presence there and expose people to the work that we are doing. Before leaving Ghana we have a stop in Accra, to say more goodbyes. KISH, MedDiner, Ani, Kofi, Tomiwa, Chinoso, Loretta, Safira. Esther, Babs and Deborah, Spila and the gang, and hopefully our UG boys. As my journal says, the people make the place, and I am so thankful for every happy soul that I met while I’ve been here. And for those not so pleasant encounters, that I learned something from it, for the future. I can’t forget to appreciate Karen and Lydia either. These whole two months were shaped by the meshing of our energies, and according to Lydia, we’re just a bunch of freaking weirdos. But what would I do without my triplet weirdos by my side? Medase Ghana, for all the fond memories, for all the lessons learned, and for the chance to experience a new country and a new culture. I hope to see you again someday.