A Letter to Myself
As of November 23rd, I officially completed my first full year of service as a PCV and it was crazy hard! I mean, I knew it was going to be hard when I applied to be a volunteer two and a half years ago but I guess I'm struggling in different ways than I thought I would. The past few months have been emotionally draining and I felt the need to come home. Luckily, my parents were down with the idea and brought me home to spend Thanksgiving with the family. It was one of the best weeks of my life! I was dubbed "Queen of the Week" and enjoyed american treats, two winning 49er games, mom's cooking and dad's french toast, kayaking with my cousins, the beautiful scenery of Pacifica (which I never fully appreciated until now), running in the park with my mom, walking the dogs with my dad, watching my sister get her driver's license, shopping sprees, hot showers, safe tap water, refrigerators, the annual House Quake gig at Bimbo's, chats with my niece who didn...