16 days and counting…
I have been busy! Unfortunately, I am prone to uber focus on work and the tendency to veg out at night to DVDs of Boston Legal. Since the week in Windhoek, I have had to finish my action research curriculum and prepare students for writing their reports. My friend Caroline also left Rundu to tour Namibia with her sisters, and I will only see her briefly in Etosha before I leave.
I just read a book The Art of Coming Home by Craig Storti, a Peace Corp volunteer. He talks about the lack of talk about “reentry” and how it can be. I suppose I can be thankful about the stress that waits for me—moving home, saying goodbye, moving again, and starting a close relationship with a guy I hope to marry after I have been in a long distance relationship with him. All good things, mind you, but WHOA! One of the points about “reentry” is that you expect it to feel like home right away and it doesn’t. I’m already having the weird feelings of being excited about going home and feeling sad about leaving at the same time.
I don’t feel like writing much. I’d rather show you pictures. And a few short stories.
What do you do when you have nothing to do in Rundu? You take a holiday a your friend’s auntie’s house in the village? And you find large spectacles and laugh for an hour as each of you tries them on.
Your hair is so long!
Katie totally stole my words! I agree! I found myself LOOKING for you in those pictures!!
Hey, what’s that green bulby fruit-thing in the post after this one?
16 days.