So, I haven't been able to write in my Rwanda blog since I left. I've barely been able to read any of the blogs about Rwanda I used to read, either. Leaving proved a lot more difficult, traumatic almost, then I imagined. And I still don't know what words to use to talk about it, so I don't.

So instead, here I am now, out of Africa and aching to be back. Four and a half months back in the same place I've lived my whole life, preparing to pack up and resume my nomadic existence again in another month or two. I decided now was probably as good a time as any to jump on the graduate school train, and after getting accepted to all three programs I applied to (all very different, too), I made a decision based... admittedly... mostly on money. Thank God for grad awards and teaching assistantships and research positions. So I'm trying to put the pieces of my life in good order, and am frantically, in my usual fashion, making lists of everything I need to do and working on finding apartments and roommates, deciding when to move, and all the things I need to do in order to get there. Luckily (sort of), I'm rather happily unemployed at the moment so have plenty of time to browse Craigslist and Kijiji, to work on my French, and to check items off my list.

After alot of deliberation, I decided against a MA in Public Health and against a purely development studies program, and opted for a Sociology MA with a focus in IDS. Good use of my background education I guess, and the opportunity to do research with a professor with really similar research interests. I'm still not sure it was the right decision, but I've come to the conclusion that I'm adding a little bit to my life, a year or so at a time. This time next year, I'll more than likely be in the same place, but maybe a little bit closer to where I want to be, wherever it is...