It’s been kind of a crazy week. I haven’t slept much. I’ve done nothing but hang out with PCVs. And, while I got a ton of work done, I’m not yet convinced that I actually accomplished anything in regards to my biggest projects.
I dunno. I’m stressed. I’m not sure how I feel about a dozen different things on a personal level (some things were really cool about this week and some really fucking pissed me off). I’m really not looking forward to the conference that comes at the end of those six weeks. I’m disappointed I won’t be able to travel for the next few months. I don’t want to have to deal with idiot men who constantly mistake genuine responses to overtures of friendship for interest in an exclusive relationship. I’m being a fucking moron about boys in general.
But I’m really looking forward to the next six weeks of enforced cultural integration. My projects finally seem to have the potential to institute real change here. I’m also not going to end up spending any money in the next few weeks (or at least, not very much). I’ll finally have time to get some work done on my apartment (When’s the last time I dusted my windows? Mopped? Scoured the bathroom floor?). I fucking *adore* cooking for myself, and I’ll finally have the time to do it on weekends.
I guess it’s always bittersweet from me when volunteers invade my city in large numbers, then head back to post. I never know how to react to the free time I have afterwards, except that I know I love that first empty day where I can actually sit down, relax, and maybe read a chapter or two of whatever book I’m reading. Or just sleep (also rare in my line of work).
PS. Happy Birthday, Michael!!