Thank the good Lord for Craigslist. And friends who need stuff. And family with big cars and generous hearts. My worldly belongings here in Toronto have almost all been accounted for, boxed-up or moved away.
And now, with the purchase of my trusty backpack, the real fun begins.
I leave July 16th, a week tomorrow. To all I come across between now and then: I apologize in advance for being scatter-brained, forgetful, or for being unable to focus on things that don’t somehow involve Uganda, malaria pill side effects or advice on the best accommodations in Kampala. Sitting here, surrounded by gear in a sparsely-furnished apartment, it’s tough to think of anything other than the trip.
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