Well, Kelsey is off to Sudan. London first, apparently. Goodbye, Kelsey. One day when you are sitting there in the Darfur region and the generator is broken and you’re so hot you can’t imagine getting up out of your chair except maybe to buy a warm coke, but you can’t buy a warm coke because there is not enough money in circulation to make change for your raggedy small-denomination bill, and you could maybe try to find some more expats but lately everytime you’re together all everyone does is complain, and you could maybe visit the neighbor ladies but you don’t really speak their language yet and plus they are off somewhere really busy despite the heat, and you feel like the only living person for miles: you are not forgotten. You are loved. There are many people who keep a little “Kelsey” corner in their souls. We pray for you from far off. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord. Keep out of trouble, and if you do have to get into trouble, pick really worthwhile trouble to get into.