I didn't think this day would actually come.
Now that it's here, I don't know what to think.
In exactly one month's time, I will have my suitcases packed and stuffed in the back of a tro, slurping down my last FanChoco and waving goodbye to the town I called home for the last five months.
Some days, I couldn't wait for that moment to arrive. I'd catch myself tapping my toes, twiddling my thumbs, patiently waiting for the time I'd be back in the airport, headed back to friends, family and burritos.
Man, I miss burritos.
Recently, though, my return flight feels like it's approaching way too quickly.There is still so much to do, so much to see. I've cultivated a community here, and the thought of saying goodbye to the people I've met makes my stomach drop.
With four weekends left in Ghana, I am challenging myself to make the most out of each of them. Running away to waterfalls in Volta, late nights dancing, drinking and being merry in Accra, and maybe even a trip up north, I'm determined to fill the next month with lots of laughter, memories and a healthy dose of shenanigans.
- Ashley Rose
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