what to do next week?

So apparently, we only have two more surgeries planned for the entire two weeks... If its okay with everyone, I just want to come home. They are all trying to plan crazy things like trips to the beach in Mombasa, or hiking mountains, but I just want to come home and sleep in my own bed if nothing is going on. We are probably going to extend the Safari trip for an extra day because we dont have anything to do. Literally no more surgeries after tomorrow..... What are we supposed to do for another week??? I want to come home. Two weeks is a long time to be away. Especially this far from home. When it gets late, I just wish that I was in my own bed where I could cry if I wanted, or call my friends, or be like MOMMMMYYYY. and talk to my mom. Its really quite hard to be away from home. Which is making me question my readiness to go to college. This isnt really Africa related, but I have been dreading August, for just that reason. I dont want to go to USC. I mean, not now anyways. People here keep asking me what I am doing next year, and I dont feel proud or excited or even a little happy when I tell them I will be going to USC to study retail. I feel forced. I dont care at all about going there. I dont even know if i want to study retail. I think that I should stay and take a free year at Greenville Tech with my friends to figure out what I want. Because I will be figuring it out either place. And it would make more sense to figure it out somewhere that is free, instead of wasting my time and my parents money in Columbia. This is so very unrelated to my trip, but it has been on my mind A LOT lately. So I felt like getting it out. On a brighter note, Jake and I have been collecting quite a few bottle caps, so I will be making a ton of earrings out of those! A lot of orange Fanta ones, which I think would be great for all those ~~CLEMSON GURLZZ~~ out there. Haha. Food here is weird to say the least. I had a sandwich with pineapple on it. And I barely even like pineapple, but I ate it. Because there is a motto here "Remember the F Word!!!" (The F word is Flexibility) AKA: go with the flow, things are different because YOU ARENT AT HOME YOURE IN AFRICA. So we have to deal with things. Samosas come with every lunch so far. Samosas are SO good. And interesting flavors of chips (Tingly Cheese and Onion, Tangy Tomato, which is my favorite, and Zingy Salt and Vinegar). A lot of fresh fruit, pineapple, mango, papaya, tangelo, orange. Which is very nice. I havent had the easiest time sleeping, but thank God that Dad is a doctor, (hello Ambien!) My job as house mother is a bit difficult, because I have an issue with waking up early. I usually get up around 5:45 am, aka nearly 1 am SC time!!! I havent gotten a lot of chances to talk to friends. Skyped with Jordan, and Sara, and of course my mom and Melina. Patty described me as "pathetic" on Skype... Rightfully so. Just one look at my moms face and I started to cry. It was the first night and adjusting has been a lot harder this time, considering. I teared up a tiny bit while talking to Jordan, but by the third day when I talked to Sara, I managed to hold it together mostly. Talking to her really cheered me up. Made the whole day 10x better!! Friends are seriously one of the best parts of life. We had Chapel this morning. Which was fun. I just love the African twist that is put on traditional church songs. Grady spoke, it was nice. But at 8am, so I was a little sleepy. Only one more day before Safari! I guess the time is going a little faster than I thought. 11 more days until I am home!!! Andrea is occupied playing Angry Birds on my iPhone while the hospital is slow. Hahahaha. Being a missionary in Tanzania, she doesnt really get to caught up with fancy technology, which is a trait I admire, but obviously dont possess. Yesterday the boys found the camera on my phone and  took nearly 100 pictures of nothing. Jake and I spent the day with them again, taking them to the playground, trying to teach them English, and of course Jake tried to teach them breakdancing. But they left this morning, back to Tanzania and the Safina Street Kids Ministry, which was a little bit of a bummer. Hearing Nixon and Patrick speak about the ministry was very touching. I have so much that I take for granted. With my gracious and loving family at the very top. I have been mixing medicine, exploring with Bruce and Jake, filling toy bags, and always bringing up lunch :) Bruce kidnaped Jake and I to go see Kijabe Station, the town here. It is full of small shops and "hotels" which are really more of restaurants. On the way we passed Kijabe Boys High School, a gas station (where gas was 114.9 Kenyan Shillings per liter, which roughly is about 5 dollars a gallon... ow.), and a lot of locals. Seeing how this is a town really makes me appreciate downtown Greenville. This is about all I can think of to talk about right now... So I guess this is bye!!!
xoxo, Christine and Jake

from the AIC Cure @ Kijabe Hospital.