America. AMERICA!

I suck at posting. I suck suck suck. I'm sorry to whomever may care that I haven't posted in about an age... But I have good reasons.
Reason A: There were bombongs in Kampala, which is about 29 miles away from Lugazi (or something like that) and we were on lockdown for a short time, for safety purposes. So no internet for Molly.
Reason B: Eye Camp happened! It was stupendous. Fairly stressful and sort of infuriating, but so unbelievably worth it. We screened somewhere around 2000 people, gave out 600 pairs of glasses, and 137 people recieved surgery. Or some number very close to 137, not positive on the specific numerals... But SUCCESS!! I can't even say how exciting and touching it was to see people see, in some cases after a very long time. I saw a young man have his bandage removed, and he simply sat quietly on his bench, staring at his own hands until they took him to test his vision. He had been completely blind for 3 years. You can't know how incredible it is to witness that sacred moment until you see it for yourself; I've never felt humbler.
But we were busy from day until night, so I never had time to hit the internet before curfew. Nine days later...
Reason C: I got sick. Like, hurl your guts out in the nasty bathroom all night sick. It was rather horrible and had me bed-bound for a day and a half, so that prevented me from going to the internet cafe. Still no internet for Molly.
At that point, I left Africa.
That was absolutely one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. As great as my American friends are, I can honestly say that I've never known people as beautiful and loving and genuinely good as my Ugandan friends. Saying goodbye was excruciating. I never thought I could make such close, wonderful friends in 3 months, but I did. The only way I could bear leaving that magnificent country was the thought that someday, I will go back. No maybes. No mights. I will go back someday.
So I ended up in London for a few days on the way back home, and that was pretty great. I saw Les Miserables, which was awesome, and one of the Jonas Brothers was Marius... which would have been awesome-er if I cared at all about them. I can't remember his name but I feel like it was something like Max. Is there a Max Jonas? Anyway, the show was splendid! Really incredible. I also saw Henry IV at Shakespear's Globe Theatre, which rocked my freaking socks! That was some truly unbelievable acting. Never seen anything like it! The London days were a blur of cool stuff: museums, libraries, architecture... it was fantastic. I saw the Rosetta Stone! And the friezes from the Parthenon! And mummies! And ate fish 'n' chips at a pub! It was great. Expensive, but great.
And now I'm back in America. Don't know what I'm doing with my life, yet, so don't ask.