I'm disappointed. I wanted to leave here on a happier note. I wanted my goodbye dinner to be a success, not a disaster. The apartment I lived in for a year and a half doesn't feel like home anymore. Neither does my parent's home. I don't have anyplace to call home. In two weeks I'll be in Ghana. I don't know what it will be like, but I'm putting all my faith, not to mention my money, in this adventure. I don't really know what I'm doing, I just know that this is what I'm supposed to do. Volunteering and being around kids makes me happy, makes me feel better about myself. I could get a meaningless job and new apartment, but the thought of figuring that out and doing it terrifies me. Traveling and living in Ghana sounds so much better. I wish I could have some closure with people here in Vermont. I wish I knew what to say.