Also excited to: take showers longer than 2 mins, sleep in a room without other people in it, be able to drive myself places

You may remember I mentioned that our containers were delayed back in October...well they finally arrived this week. Apparently our frozen container (which holds important stuff like: all of our meat!) has been held hostage in the hopes that some bribe money could get squeezed out of us. The Purser's department has been trying for the past month to get the containers out and finally they used their smooth negotiating skills and now we can eat some other meat besides tuna.

The end of the field service is looming.
The Hope Center closes tomorrow, along with the Dental Clinic. The final surgeries have been scheduled for the last week of November. The day worker's last day is Thanksgiving.

The end my time here is looming as well.
A list of arrivals and departures hangs next to the Purser's office and the other day I looked and saw that I will be leaving with a bunch of other people. I dread walking up to my cabin door, afraid I will find the departure paperwork attached to the door that means I will have to really start thinking about leaving. I am not exactly upset to go home because I really do miss the family and I'm REALLY excited to spend Christmas at home, but that also means that I will have to go back to 'real' things. This ship is a world unto itself. It is a bubble both from the West and Africa. It will take me some time to get my mind back into that other kind of mode.