I wanna live in a wooden house

So this is our last weekend at the village. The students have been out on summer holidays but the school is running tuition for those who can afford it. There really isnt much to do but we kinda float around helping students in areas that they are weak and giving counselling. Theyve been asking alot of questions about Canada and "america". i dont really see the boys anymore. robert has gone to visit his mother and edwin is helping his uncle with herding cattle. only one more week left. i go crazy at times just wanting to go home, especially after i got a taste of the city life in nairobi last week. That one week at the gym felt ggrreeaattttt. But im doing what i can now to keep my hopes up. Maggie really acts as a crutch when i trip out. she tells me to put things into perspective and it makes it alot lighter. I think about how i was tripping out when i first arived, during my first week. We have accomplished so much so far. three months, flown by. and now we only have one week left and we come home. Theres been some concern with my appearance though. I heard that some canadians were given a hard time by kenyans at the airport so it looks like i may have to shave my beard off. But im gonna try to bypass it. I never had a chance to check out the manufacturing zone and with only 1 day in Nairobi next weekend we will be packing and doing some last minute errands (gifts etc.) Each day goes by and more of my clothes are gone. Right now im living off one pair of jeans, shorts, 3 tshirts and a hoody. its hard, but easy. I dont smell which is good. I keep thinking about my arrival home. I cant wait.