Apr 7, 2017
I can't explain how much I'm anchored to Africa. I spent eight years of my life there, and grew up there. I've been back countless times since, and now I have to cope with the fact that another of my loved ones is gone. All I want to do is go back to Christmas and give my grandma one last cuddle again. How can Africa not be my home when it's all I have left of them? Absolutely heartbroken. After the hardest academic year of my life (with five exams still to come) I can't explain how much I want to crawl into a hole and let life pass me over. Can't deal.
