On the one hand, I'm glad to be going back to Chicago, where I have unlimited access to washing machines, hot water, and all the tv shows I could possibly want to watch. Yes Bravo, I've missed you and all your trashy housewives. And I only have a few more weeks left in Chicago too, and I still have so much I want to do before I move back to Los Angeles. There's yet more deep dish pizza to eat, final pictures to take with The Bean, and all the tourtist-y things I never got around to doing. Like how even after ten years of calling Chicago home, I have yet to go up to the top of the Sears' Tower.
So I know I have to get back to Chicago, so that I can start the whole goodbye process there.
But this past month in South Africa has quite possibly been the greatest month of my life. (Yes, even with all the strenuous hiking involved.) I've fallen in love with the culture, the vibe, the gorgeous scenery, and all of my lovely and wonderful friends here.
I will miss our family dinners as we all piled around a four-person dining table, Gelia's fantastically strong coffee, the crazy inappropriate jokes, stealing beers from Mark and Markus to give to the dean of Tygerberg, our GPS leading us through the craziest (and possibly most dangerous) routes, all the German lessons as we bastardized our way through ich's and das boot's and gutentag's, the number of red lights we ran through in order to stay together with the rest of the Chico caravan, my nightly ride back to my container, the amarula song, the lighthouse song, the Bavarian songs, the constant eating, and all the new adventures we had.
Can't I just stay here forever?
I love these people. So much. Thanks friends, for the best last hurrah of my medical school life. I will miss you all terribly.
