My trip has finally come to an end. Leaving Gulu was not easy, and yet, I feel like a part of me is still there.
When I left last year, I left two amazing institutions that I was so fortunate to visit and learn about. I left directors and staff members dedicating their lives to St. Jude and Lacor Hospital. I left a community of people who welcomed me into their homes and their lives. I left a country which I someday hoped to return.
Today I leave much more as I begin my journey home- today I say goodbye to friends. It is both a blessing and a curse to have formed such strong bonds with people throughout my time here. I will forever cherish these friendships, but like in any relationship, I feel a sense of loss that I will no longer see these people each day.
And so, as I end this post laden with cliches, I can’t help but include one more, just because I can… I take with me many memories, and look forward to meeting my friends once again in the future.
As I travel one last time the infamous road connecting Gulu and Kampala, I will share with you photos of my journey.
This is a road that is constantly being repaired, but is never quite completed. This is a road that becomes so dusty, one cannot see a car directly in front of him, yet has remarkably paved sections that are easy to navigate. This is a road that welcomes many animals: cows, baboons, dogs, chickens, cats, goats… You never know what you might see-it makes for a great game of i spy. This is a road where you will find people camped out selling food and drink to motorists stuck in traffic. This is a road where young children walk to school unattended. This is a road where anything can happen.