Now, with two months left before I go to grad school, I’ve been noticing the small things more. The walk to school, the sounds in the morning, even cooking dinner in my kitchen all feel more special knowing I won’t be here much longer. It’s a strange in-between moment where I’m still fully here, but also starting to think about what it means to leave.
I don’t think this feels like a final goodbye. It’s more like stepping away from a place that became part of my daily life and a second home. I know I'll be back to Rwanda visit soon!
