So now I finally have an official date: June 8th.

It's so hard to believe that I only have a month left here. I feel like this whole trip has been a blur, that is has been speeding by without me even noticing it. When I look back to January when I nervously waited with Will in the airport, I couldn't even imagine myself in this position. I thin thought that I would be so transformed by then that it wouldn't even matter.

This seems to make sense, though. Instead of having to rush around for a day or so before heading back up to Bowdoin, I'll be able to spend a couple weeks at home with my family and friends. And I'll have time to get over the jet lag. I don't really have enough mula to go on another long trip, and I'm not that upset about it because Botswana was incredible.

Although I have loved it here and learned so much about this country and its people, I can't deny that I'm looking forward to getting home. There are so many things I'm going to look at with new found gratitude, like phone conversations that don't skip, wheat thins, pizza, classes and teachers that I love.

But I know I'm going to miss this bustling city with its diversity and minibuses and mountains and coastlines and amazing food and wine and everything. And the Rand. The RAND. I'm honestly afraid of seeing a dollar again.

But still, I can't deny that on June 8th, I'll be ready for my journey back home.