COS-ing

I have an end date….there is a light at the end of this tunnel (although without the connotation of it being a bad experience). It’s strange to suddenly be at the end of my service. I COS (close of service) on December the 6th, one of the last of my group and almost 2 years to the day of swearing in to become a volunteer. I’m starting to notice all of those little things that fascinated or alarmed me when I first arrived—the music, the dancing, even xima (a not-very-appetizing corn flour paste). I’m trying to take in the everyday little things that I’ll miss. What I will miss the most is definitely my kids (students). They have been such a blessing and I really enjoy them. I didn’t think that I would get so attached. Recently, one was killed in a freak accident (he got hit by a car just walking down the main street in town) and I was a wreck for 2 days. For all of the corruption and dumb politics that I see in this country that are harming it, they give me a hope for the future.