This week I’m going to keep it short
and sweet. And I’m going to dedicate this post to my friends and family back
home.
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| Katrina, Morgan, Allie, Emily W, and Jenna the five Tafelsig Clinic interns |
On Thursday night, we invited a
bunch of the sisters (nurses) from the clinic over for dinner at our house. The
five of us interning at Tafelsig Clinic surprised ourselves and ended up making
an amazing meal! Aside from everything else that we have learned in Cape Town
about ourselves and the world we live in, it seems like we’ve learned a bit
about cooking in the process :) Anyway, at the end of the night, while we were
saying our goodbyes, one of the sisters came up to me for a hug and asked if I
was okay. I gave her a confused look and said yes of course I was. She
continued to say that it looked like I was missing someone and questioned
whether I was missing my parents. I told her I was fine but later when the
sisters were gone, I couldn’t help but tear up a bit as I repeated the
conversation in my head.
I started thinking about how I
haven’t really had time to think about missing people back home. I talk to my
parents on the phone once a week which has been great to not only share briefly
about my experiences but to also hear about what is happening back in
Connecticut. But sometimes I find myself wishing I could just see the people I
love in person. My parents have been so supportive throughout my entire journey
in Cape Town and I couldn’t thank them enough for that. I know I wouldn’t be
the person I am in this moment if I hadn’t had this time here and I’m excited
to go home and show them how much I’ve grown because of it. I thank my friends
who have stayed in touch regardless of the distance or time difference for it
means much more than you would ever know.
We only have just a little over a
month left in Cape Town before we head to the airport and board the 16 hour
flight back home. We’ve all realized it so naturally it has come up in a lot of
our conversations. I hate thinking about it because I really do wish I had more
time. I’m not sure I’m ready to leave. This being said, I’m glad that the
sister asked me what was wrong and asked me if I was missing people. Because as
much as I write on my blog posts that I do miss people, it was the first time
that I looked in the mirror and truly admitted to myself that I did. And as sad
as I am to think about the shortened numbered of days we left here, I think
about all the amazing people I get to say hello to face to face again and that
is more than enough to make me smile.
So this week I’m leaving out all the
details of all the stories I have to share about my week. I will keep them in
my head and share them with everyone after I have hugged them and told them how
much I’ve missed them. Sending all my love from South Africa until then.
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