Overall, I just spent the day talking with my teammates, knowing that I would never see many of them again and consequently valuing every minute I spent with them. That night, we had our last dinner in Kenya. It was really bittersweet enjoying an authentic Kenyan meal for the last time with friends. Later on, the Karau family came by to collect some donations and to see the team one last time. We had one last time of worship as a team and by the time it ended, everyone just sat there not knowing what to do. I think everyone was just trying to take in the moment, realizing that as soon as we stood up, we would never all be in the same place at one time like this anymore. We all started hugging each other and saying our goodbyes even though it wasn't technically good-bye yet. At the same time, we all knew that in the impending craziness of going home the next day, we might not be able to say proper good-byes.
I went to sleep that night not really wanting to fall asleep. I knew that when I woke up, I would be preparing to leave Kenya. It was exciting to come home, but at the same time, I was invested spiritually and emotionally in Kenya. But alas, all things must come to an end and life must move on. So I eventually fell asleep realizing that the next time I was going to fall asleep in a bed, it would be my own in good ol' Southern California.
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