I’m going to the airport in two hours to go to Nairobi.
My apartment is still in a mess- still four bags of trash away from being ready to be vacated. Yet I sit on my carpet floor (no more chairs) writing this blog post.
I talked to my boyfriend- the one from this post– this morning. We went for a walk. We resolved a lot of tension, and I am happy that we are leaving on friendly terms. Huge relief.
He asked me if I am ready for Nairobi. No I am not. I thought I was- I have been preparing for this trip since November. Yet the closer it gets to leaving time, the more uncertain I become and the more attached I am to my friends and Chicago. I never imagined that I would have this problem of leaving. After all, after moving around 20-some times in my life, I am numb to moving and goodbyes become a lot easier. But this time, it is different. I am heading to a foreign city whose name my mom cannot even spell or pronounce. I have never met any of the dozen of people I know in Nairobi- only through Skype and gchat. The market condition is also foreign to me. As much as I can research that online, the reality of the market will still hit me.
I still need to finish packing. I am getting anxious and excited by the minute.