"Amahoro" means "Love"

Alas, here I sit.
At the end of my last full day in Rwanda.
Wow. How can I even begin to write about the end of this fantastic journey?
First, I want to thank my parents. Mom, Dad, I would not be here without you. I wouldn't even be in Israel without you. Although I was hesitant at first, you guided me towards the choice that was best for me. I miss you so much, and I feel really lucky to have both parents in my life. I'm a really lucky girl in so many ways.
My last few days were, admittedly, rough. I feel myself being pulled in three directions.
I want to stay here with my girls and other kids. Especially since three days ago I started tutoring kids in piano. I met them all in piano class because I thought I needed to learn more, but it turns out I know enough to teach. I wrote out and taught multiple songs; Ode to Joy, a french lullaby, happy birthday, twinkle twinkle little star, and Payphone by Maroon 5. I want to stay and learn more myself and teach as much as I can to these kids.
But I also want to go back to Israel. I miss more convenient food, and my friends, and not having to worry about the water quality. I'm really looking forward to Jerusalem. At Yemin Orde, we don't have a stove or an oven, so all our food is microwaved and toasted. I have a grocery list going of food I need to buy once we move. I'm really looking forward to it. I also want to try more cooking, maybe it will encourage me to try new foods. We all know I need that.
Finally, I want to go home. Home home. Northfield, Illinois. My own bed in my own room, with my family and dogs and Potbelly and Viccinos. (Rice and beans for three weeks has definitely given me plenty of food fantasies.) I miss my friends and the comfort and security I always find at home. It's becoming more and more frustrating to be away.
But I've started something amazing, and I intend on finishing it.
Saying my goodbyes to my girls tonight was hard, and funny at the same time. Several of them fake cried, one almost made me cry, and all one girl said was "We love you long time." So good. They wrote me a letter of love and well wishes, and I just know I have to come back. I fully plan on finding a way.
I know I have a lot more to write about, but I'm just not feelin' the blogging about this place I'm going to miss so much.
As always,
Julia Rose