Moving sucks. There, I said it. I hate moving. Especially because I have to say goodbye to people that I love.
One of the most important people in my life is Agatha. She comes every day to my house to clean up all mom’s messes and to hang out with me so that I’m not alone all day when mom is at work. Like I’ve mentioned several times in the past, most Tanzanians are scared of me for some reason, but not Agatha! She is so happy to see me and picks me up and cuddles me. She also comes to live with me when mom goes away so she’s basically like my second mom.
Agatha came with her son today to say goodbye to me. I ran around and played with Joshua, just like old times.
But then something weird started happening. Men came into my house and started taking our stuff! First they took our couches (bonus for me because I found a whole bunch of toys that I forgot I even had under there). Then they took our bed. These guys were literally turning my life upside-down.
My couches, my mattress…
Apparently this wasn’t just a play-date, but a trick to take all our stuff! But mom appeared to be ok with it, so I returned to playing with Joshua. I try to let mom do the worrying because I’m better at the comforting part anyway.
Joshua, busting a move
After a lot of our household was removed, mom started getting sad, I can tell because water starts coming out of her eyes and she acts really weird. And strangely enough, Agatha starts crying too. What is going on here, people? And that’s when I realize it, Agatha is not moving with us. This is when I have to say goodbye to my second mom, forever. Luckily, we all held it together for a group shot:
That’s me protesting because I don’t want to say goodbye
Mom gave Agatha some photos so she could remember me and promised to see Agatha when she returns in the summer (without me, I’m being abandoned back in the US for the summer). But for me, this is the last time I’ll see Agatha for the rest of my life and that makes me really, really sad. If any of you all have tips on how to make saying goodbye easier, then send them my way.
So, I did what I do best, and I gave Agatha and Joshua kisses as they were about to leave.
And then, Agatha closed the gate and left. And I’ll never see her again, ever. I’m going to go curl up in my bed and have a moment to myself now.
Goodbye Agatha, my second mom
I hate goodbyes, but I love Agatha.