So I have arrived in Europe, and was told that it was going to be "warm", well I decided then that I shouldn't buy any warm cloths to take for the trip and headed into the north with only my pullover hoody... Humm I should have realized that Germans saying it is warm just after the winter means that for me having spent the past 11 months in Africa am going to be cold.... BRRRR, I actually saw my breath last night.

No Time

The last five nights or so my sleeps have drastically gone downhill. I initially blamed it on a crying baby next door, or a dripping tap, but now I have come to a more realistic answer… No Time

My dreams of late have all been revolving around a common theme; home, family, friends. It is easy to see what is on my mind, what I am looking forward to, but at the same it comes at a price… No Time

When I came to Uganda my goals was to integrate as best I could with the culture, to make friends in the country and live life like I belonged to the country. For the most part I think I achieved these goals, which makes things so much harder… No Time

Leaving home about a year ago was easy; I knew I was coming back. How do you leave a place where you have a built a life, made extraordinary friends, and have become a part of life itself? … No Time

Although I am very much looking forward to coming home I think leaving Uganda is going to be on e of the hardest things I will have to do. Why? Because I know I may never be back, because I know people will move on (myself included), because I know life goes on… No Time

Of course you tell yourself you can always come back, which in reality is true, but in the end you don’t know how things are when you get back, how you will change when you get back, or how everything else will change… No Time

So with less than 2 weeks till my departure I am going to have to close this chapter of my life and move on. It is a funny feeling leaving, but I a lot of ways I think its time. It is time. Most people back home think I have been here a long time, a whole year. Most people here think my time was too short, only a year. I guess it is just a matter of perception… No Time

For me it is time. Uganda has become a part of me, and I will always hold a place in my heart for it. Someone told me never to forget Uganda; I came to thinking how could I forget. It is now time… My Time

Know a man
His face seemed pulled and tense
Like he's ridin' on a motorbike
In the strongest winds
So I approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's movin' much too fast

-Pearl Jam