In January, I got into grad school in London. [Insert one-person dance party here.] It was one of the freeze-frame moments of my life. The downside to the whole thing, however, is that every day since has become a function of the day that I leave Liberia.
T minus ninety days.
Like anything one looks forward to, ninety days feels like a very long time: it isn't, though, given the I eighteen months I just spent here. My own family didn't think I'd last three weeks. I don't blame them.
Part of me stayed just to prove them wrong; the other part just knew that every day after the day I left here, I'd look back on this tangential life and think, "You did good, kid." I look forward to that feeling, too.
T minus ninety days.
T minus ninety days.
Like anything one looks forward to, ninety days feels like a very long time: it isn't, though, given the I eighteen months I just spent here. My own family didn't think I'd last three weeks. I don't blame them.
Part of me stayed just to prove them wrong; the other part just knew that every day after the day I left here, I'd look back on this tangential life and think, "You did good, kid." I look forward to that feeling, too.
T minus ninety days.
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Congrats!
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