Farewell

Well, I just went for my last run on the Georgetown seawall. Now I sit here staring at half-packed bags and some clothes that still need to be washed, while listening to DJ Dain’s mash-up, “Don’t Worry, I’m Yours.” In less than 8 hours from this moment, I’ll be heading for the airport. Wow, it honestly feels like I just came from there and was eager to start this new, summer adventure. Now, I can’t help but have mixed emotions of eagerness to get home and a sadness of leaving behind the people that I’ve met here and the easy, relaxed Caribbean life that I’ve been living these past two months.

This has been a great summer, and an adventure that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I have met great people, worked on some very interesting legal topics, seen some amazing places, and expanded my horizons with new food and drink. I will greatly miss the spice that is in every dish made here, but I can’t wait for some good ole American food like pizza, burgers, and barbecue. I’m going to miss the friends I’ve made here, but I can’t wait to see the friends that I left at home.

From trying out many Creole dishes that I had never heard of, to standing at the edge of Kaietuer, to kayaking around islands in the Mazaruni River, to running the seawall almost daily, to having drinks with the guys at J.R. Burger on Friday nights, to going to a road racing event at the only racetrack in Guyana, and to going to the zoo on a day when the Anaconda was awake and active and the monkeys had escaped from their cage and were roaming around free, I will say that this summer has definitely been a fun and adventurous one. I will forever have a new outlook on life and a new appreciation for the many things that I’ve always taken for granted back in the States.

I’m going to miss looking out at night and seeing Yaw watching over the J.R. property, sitting down and having drinks with Jad, Ryan, Mark, and Azar, wondering what assignment Naresh will present us with next, seeing the smiles on the faces of the girls that work at Oasis, having lunch for less than 4 dollars at The Beacon, playing with the dogs downstairs, and getting the very common call-out of “white boy” while walking around town.

So Guyana, thank you for the great things that you showed me and taught me. I’ll forever remember you. For now, farewell.