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I’m leaving in two weeks. Yeah. I can’t believe it myself. On one side I’m SUPERSTOKED to go home, to see my family and friends, to eat my food and see the snow, but then on the other side... I don’t want to go home! I don’t want to leave ‘’my’’ kids, I’ve fallen in love with the red, sandy roads, with the shouting and the music and the constant smell of poo. I’m going to miss everything and everyone. But then again; I’m having so much to look forward too! Christmas at home is going to be fun, in January I’ll be travelling to the Netherlands to see my family (Especially my baby-cousin!) and then, late January, I’ll be going to.... Tatatatta.... Vietnam? No. Peru? No. New Zealand? No. No more sweat and heat rash for me, because I’ll be going to rainy Dublin in rainy Ireland! I’m super excited! I’ll be au pair-ing for a Dutch family for about 5 months. They have three children; Pepijn, 7, Olivier, 4 and cute little Babette who is 1,5 J At the same time I’ll be following a course and the hopefully passing a CPE Cambridge Exam, which is going to show my level in English and look goohood on my CV. It’s on the super secret requirement list to be President of the World.

So BAM, there you go, update from my life! Now; the reason I even opened a word document in the first place:

THINGS I’M GOING TO MISS ABOUT GHANA

All my little chocolate-brothers and sisters. (They call themselves chocolate btw, so don’t throw any racism negativity on  me. They call me ice-cream. Even though I’m TAN.) They are all adorable, intelligent and hilarious and just so HWFHFKQKBFN. They are the ones who made this whole trip for me, they ones who have changed the way I look at education and happiness, the ones who loved me from the start, who made me cry a couple of times, but mostly laugh and the ones that made me realize that I maybe possibly could think of becoming a teacher. Next to President of the World of course.

The other volunteers. There have been ups and downs, sure, but being here creates a bond, one that won’t fade away anytime soon.

The fact that I can but a delicious, ripe mango in street for 3 Norwegian kr (40 € cent), half-wash it with my own spit (as you do) and eat the whole thing on my way home. Yes, you can eat the skin because the mango wasn’t sprayed with every chemical known to man on its way from Abaladuanga to Norway, but just fell from the three in the garden of the woman you bought it from. There is something about walking in the street with mango juice dripping down my chin that makes me happy.

Teaching. Teaching is challenging, tough and scary but extremely satisfying. Plus, my own English has improved sooo much just from trying to figure out the colonial 1940’s syllabus I’m supposed to use.

The singing, dancing and the music. I tend to have a song on my brain 24/7, add that to the fact that I’m not afraid to horribly sing out loud and you’ve got my most annoying personality treat. But here it’s all good, and people love it when I go all;’’ WEE ARE NEVEREVEREVER GETTING BAAACK TOGETHEER BLABALBLA NEVEREVERVER’’ and show off my sad, white girl-dancemoves.

The sun. I’m tan for a change. Bet you that my skin will go back to its pasty-ness after two weeks in the snow.

Mavis, our cook. Sweetest person you’ll ever meet. Jamal, the CEO. The poor man manages an awful lot all on his own down here in Ghana, but does make us all feel safe.

The magnificent relief of a cold shower when you are covered in sand and saliva and flushed with heat. I am not going to miss the cockroaches and the lizards that like to walk around the bathroom while I try to shower.

People being friendly.

The constant choir of ‘’Obruni! Obruni! Obruuuuuniiiii!’’ you hear everywhere and then turning around to meet a bunch of beaming smiles.

That’s it for today, because I just made myself sad! I’m going to be a snotty, teary

, blubbering mess when I leave. I’ll guess I’ll see you in a month, haha.