Well, I’ve been home for 3 months now and I haven’t finished telling my leaving story! I probably don’t even remember it all now, and I’m sure I’ll end up leaving out all kinds of stuff. I sincerely hope that none of these end up being false memories (my logic may be infallible, but my memory certainly isn’t! 
). The timeline will most certainly be a little inaccurate.
Read Part 1 here. Now on to Part 2:
It looks like I left off with the end of the first day of trying to leave, where I was offered to teach at a university at a new site if I would stay.
After leaving the APCD’s office and taking a walk outside, I shortly realized that it didn’t make any difference to me at all. Which was really too bad, because I was hoping that I would have some reason to change my mind. But I didn’t. I spent some time wandering around Kampala and thinking, then talked to Brother Stoz on the phone, and talked to my fellow PCVs who had come with me. A few more came to town, so I got to explain to them why I wanted to go and say goodbye, which made me happy. By the end of the night I was even more certain than I had been before, so I went to bed ready to talk to the CD in the morning and tell him that I had for sure made the decision to leave.
