Made it to Cape Town around 9 tonight. I've been fighting the urge to break down since i left and it's finally hitting. My extreme lack of sleep, and seeing Trebor reunited with her family when I just left mine does not help the situation. But I am doing my best and trying to look at the postitives. I worked hard to get here, and I do feel proud that this is the first big thing I've paid for mostly on my own. I am currently sitting in a lovely 2 bed, 3 bath apartment with views of the waterfront and the World Cup stadium. The stadium where I watched teams play on tv duting my last international adventure. Maybe I'll make my travels at least every 2 years, if not more often (as long as I have a travel companion because I so long for that right now!) It feels familiar having Elise here, like our adventure is continuing, but things are also different with Aaron here. Better because i know how happy this makes her to travel with him and create memories together, but it's a little melancholy for me which is selfish to admit.
Leaving home this time was much more difficult, even though I felt much more confident in myself as a traveler. Our family has grown in size with our amazing additon, Leighton, and grown so much closer together. I can proudly say that Katie, Kelsey, and I are closer now than we've ever been, which makes this a sucky (pardon the expression) time to leave, but it was the right time for me. And I have to accept that. I've been talking about travel and living in Africa since high school. Maybe I wanted something more stereotypical "African" and less metropolitan than Cape Town. None the less, my internship sounds great from what I've read. Working with women and children, my two favorite populations. Maybe I will love it. Maybe I won't want to leave. Trebor is already talking about living here. I don't know if I would go that far, but it's only my first day here. I'll do my best to be brave and keep looking forward. Taking notice of all the blessings around me.
