Things I will NOT MISS about Africa.

I wont miss bunk beds, bed bugs, high winds, hostels, cigarette butts, being woken up at four am by drunks, skin infections, snot, crying, lack of privacy, 13 card solitaire, my three ugly tshirts, minibus honking, taxi fares, cockroaches, bad radio stations, bad commercials, the screaming sisis, the heat, the constant gross sweating, Denis, Jacob, rumors, cans of hot soda with straws, fear of robbery, fear of rape, getting up at 5 am, my headlamp, my lime green nalgene bottle, breaking out, being locked in jail at night at the orphanage, diarrhea, the smell of sickness, showers that flood, antibacterial gel, warm milk that somehow never goes bad, shitty products that break before you get them out of the store including notebooks, pens, bottles, suitcases, you name it, the drive to Bap, mice, more mice, ten toddlers crying at once, dialing 50 numbers to call home, messing up the 49th number, starting over, non phone answerers, 6-7pm at Bap, snoring, 6:45 am 150 bottles to make, feeling sick, severe ear infections, sitting outside in the cold on the phone with a blanket over your head to block the wind, trying to keep the cockroaches away, and keeping one eye on the wall for robbers, robbers, the stickyness of the bottles after they are in the cleaning solution, how whatever you have your heart set on in africa, is probably sold out, or closed, or broken in some way, power outages, gross stew, sausage, sand paper towels to shower with, riding in any sort of a mini bus, forever, feeling 80% healthy, horrible guides that work at Kruger, "welcome to capetown," watered down dish soap, my heavy ass backpack, the sound of puking, lesson planning, mattresses that wrap you up like a burrito, the bathroom where nightmares are born at the Ngxingxolo school, and the complete and utter lack of privacy.