No Computer, No New Blog Posts

Updating my blog has been a pretty difficult task this month. Mainly because my computer blew up a few weeks ago, leaving me with nothing to type on and no way to keep everyone updated. It was traumatic at first (loss of technology here almost always is). But ultimately, it's been a bit of a blessing. It's freed up time to finish reading those last lonley books left sitting on my shelf, visit friends and say my goodbyes.

Seven weeks is barely any time.

Work is slowing down, but my life has still been remarkably busy. Two weekends ago a few volunteers and dozens of learners traveled to Swakopmund for the Lucky Star Marathon. I've always been one to get emotional during road races (I cried while working a water station at the New York City Marathon), and this race was no different.

Except that it was.

Instead of top althletes in performance gear, it was hungry, barefoot, learners running against a strong headwind as mac trucks blew past them on a busy (still open) road. These 13 and 14 year old kids passed more professional looking runners with a smile on their face, bright-eyed and breathing heavy. The race is designed to be run alone, as a full 26.2 miles (which most adults did); as a team, where each partner runs a half (which most volunteers did); or as a 4x4 relay (which most of the kids did). Every learner looked so proud! We hitched a ride with a group of learners from Usakos that had already finished and one of the boys told me he couldn't talk about how happy he was because he'd probably burst. And one of my favorite girls from Camp GLOW was a part of the winning relay team.

It was inspiring. And emotional. And a highlight of my Peace Corps service.

Most of the following week was spent in Windhoek going to doctors appointments and visiting the dentist (no cavities!) as part of our Close of Service. It's hard to believe two years is coming to and end, and while so much has changed, I can't help but look back at those early blog posts and realize I'm in the exact same spot--trying to stuff my life into a single backpack and embark on a new adventure in some other part of the globe. I'm sad to say goodbye to this place I've grown to love and now call home, but I'm also eager to see what else is out there and begin a new chapter of my life.

Two years sounds like a long time. But as it draws to a close, I find myself wondering if it's really enough time. Katrina, Tu-o and Emma spent the afternoon at our house yesterday and while their excitement in having us "catch" their photos made me laugh, it also made me sad. They'll keep growing up, only now, I won't be here to see it.

Saying goodbye to your family--even an adopted one--is never very easy.