Yesterday was our last Sunday mass here in Kyarusozi. It was really weird because it was the first time that I actually realized that we're leaving to go home very soon. When I first arrived in Uganda I felt like I was going to be here forever, but boy was I wrong. I can't believe we have less than a week left here because I still feel like there is so much that I want to experience. My goal for the rest of this week is to enjoy every minute that I have left here and to take in as much as possible.

I was also able to talk to my parents last night. Since I've been here I've talked to them about once a week on the phone. We would try to talk on Sundays because my Dad was also able to talk then. We normally had to limit how long our calls lasted because they didn't want to use up all the time on the calling card. But this last call was great because we had a lot of time left and we were able to talk for about 45 minutes. My parents told me how excited they are for me to come home and I told them the same thing, that I'm really excited too. But it's strange because I have mixed emotions about leaving. I'm really excited to go home and see my family and friends, but I don't want to leave the kids just yet.