I've been so desperate to start the next chapter of my life, the exploration of the world, that I've barely stop to consider the end of this one. As much as I have grown to despise the incompetence and bureaucracy that defines my current school, there is no doubt that the majority of my kids are little belters and will be sorely missed; I've not enjoyed the bare face denials and misleading them for so long. However, kids are resilient and I have no doubt they will get over the loss of an English teacher and I know I will be the one finding it more difficult than them... but I do hope that at least one of them mourns my departure.
Myf in Kampala has boosted my mood with the first few pics of where I may be living within the next couple of months. Okay, it's not shiny, top of the range or really what I have grown accustomed to over the past five years or so (last two in particular), but you can't tell me it doesn't look fun.
