The Last Week

In about 6 days and 23 hours, I will be boarding a flight back home. A lot of the volunteers have asked each other, "Are you ready to go?" Most have been here a month, and most answer yes. I think I am mentally preparing myself to leave; I've started thinking about home more, about this up coming semester at WVU. I've started to daydream about the eating at Taco Bell at 2 in the morning and finding furniture for my new house. I think about the people I'm coming back to, the wonderful ones who have done all the sentimental things I could think of, including habitually stealing shotgun seats from me. Then I start thinking about the people that I am leaving. Tomorrow is my last day of camp, of work before a week of travel. In a way its relieving, not being around the refugees I won't feel as pressured to help them. But as somebody once told Spiderman, "With great power, comes great responsibility." I know I will never be able to ignore them, or tell myself, "No, you can help them tomorrow." Their stories are with me, just like the first post I put on here about the tree and the skeleton, just like Tennison's Odiseus: I am part of all that I have met, yet all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever. I will miss the people that I have worked with, swapped Ipods with, shared the same plate, same spoon, same toilet, same room, same house, same experiences with. I will miss the marriage proposals (8 thus far), the constant attention, but at the same time I will be so relieved to just be able to be by myself again. To be with you guys again.

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