"Goora motuo go thebe phatshwa"

"There's no place like home."

While it may be a cheesy line, you have to admit it's very true. There is no place in the world like the one you were born, the house you were raised in, with the family that has supported you every step of the way. In less than 24 hours, I will be stepping onto a plane that will take me back to the wonderful land of Kansas. And I'm excited! I have missed my family and friends dearly while I've been here - I can't wait to tell you all my stories in person, to hear what you have all been up to in my absence.

But as time marches forward towards my departure, I can't help but feel sorrow. I don't think I expected to fall in love with Africa, with the people, the places, the animals. I didn't expect to feel so alive here, to feel free. I didn't expect to feel at home.

But over the past seven weeks, I have made a home here. I've made friends that I love more than anything, created memories with immeasurable worth. I've stood before one of the seven wonders of the world in one day and helped dress burn wounds the next. I've grown, so much more than I anticipated I ever would.

So while I may be traveling back to a home in Kansas that I will always know and love, I will be leaving behind a home in Africa. I know a little piece of Bots will remain with me forever.

There's no place like home.