
So this is it. We come to it at last. I'm going home today. It will be my last time bringing out babies, making their bottles or being in the hoks. Who knows if/when I will ever get to come back. And even then it will be with a completely different group of people and my babies will be all grown up. I feel like I'm being robbed of seeing my own children grow up. But I have had a wonderful time here. I'm content that it was time and money well spent.
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I have to savour every minute of today. I don't want it to end. I've enjoyed the whole month here; I finally know the ropes; I like the people; I'm comfortable. I'm not ready to leave. But on the other hand, I am ready to go home and see everyone. But making the actual transition from one place to another, is throwing me once again out of my comfort zone and into unknown territory. The future - that's just scary. I have no idea what's waiting for me when I get back. Being here is like time stops. Except that it hasn't actually and when I get home I'm going to have to catch up on a whole month's worth of life. I'm not sure if I'm ready! Unfortunately, it doesn't really matter: ready or not, here I go...






