I will miss the volunteers of Bots11. Individually and as a group, they are among the most awesome people I have ever met.
I will miss the students of Goodhope Sr. Secondary, especially their eagerness, curiosity, and friendship.
I will miss the wonderful Guidance and Counseling teachers at GHSSS, people I will always count as friends and respected colleagues.
I will miss my good friends from the Tsheida Institute, and wish them well every step of the way.
I will miss the friendliness and smiles from friends and strangers alike. I always felt welcome in Botswana.
I will miss the spectacularly beautiful skies, intense blue, big white clouds, fiery sunsets, dramatic thunder and lightening storms, infinity of stars at night.
I will miss our garden.
I will miss cows, donkeys and goats wandering wherever they want to go.
I will not miss living with no garbage pick-up, no water for days on end and no progress toward solutions.
I will not miss thinking about 2000 students living in close quarters without water and sometimes without food or electricity.
I will not miss teachers who do not show up to class, and administrators who do nothing about it.
I will not miss living in a neighborhood that is so transient and uncared for.
I will not miss unlawful and randomly inflicted corporal punishment by some teachers on students and administrators who turn the other way.
I will not miss living in a closed campus without connection to the village.
I will not miss being treated as an employee of the Ministry of Education with an unspecified project and little to do.
I will not miss decisions imposed by the Peace Corps or the Ministry of Education without consultation of PCVs.
I will miss the smiles and incredible friendliness of the Botswana people, especially the students at GHSSS.
I will miss riding in a combi, jam-packed with people like sardines, who are all nice to each other.
I will miss eating chips with vinegar or a monster pop in the combi. And playing 3-13 on the ride.
I will miss the challenge of making meals with very limited food supplies.
I will miss tea with our counselling colleagues.
I will miss sms'ing with PCVs several times a day.
I will miss no humidity and hardly any rain.
I will miss recovery meetings in Gaborone and the promise of a new meeting in Goodhope.
I will miss the aroma of cooking by our incredible Bangledeshi/Indian friends and neighbors; more than that I will miss our dinners with them.
I will miss the bright, witty, right on the spot group of Bots11 volunteers we were privileged to be a part of.
I will miss being laid back and appreciating time as something precious and not to be all used up.
I will not miss all of the things John will not miss, as listed above.
I will not miss missing my children, grandchildren and friends SO much (and I know John agrees with this as well!)
|The spare beauty of the bush.|
|Puffy white clouds in the bluest of skies over GHSSS.|
|The sun sets and we say goodbye.|