Week 113: Goodbyes are Hard

As of October 13, 2015 I am an RPCV (Returned Peace Corps Volunteer). This may be just another acronym to many but for me those four letters hold countless memories of dust storms, bus rides, cups of tea, and experiences that I will always carry. There were many times I did not think I would make it to this moment but I am happy and proud to say that I have. 

Ke a leboga Botswana.

Thank you Botswana.

 

Week 112: Constantly Oscillating

One moment I am going out to the lands with my landlady and her family and I cannot imagine saying goodbye to the people who have guided me on this difficult journey and then the next I am wondering why I am in the bush, when all I want to do is eat dinner and be in the comfort of my own home. As my time wraps up here my mood is constantly oscillating. I am both incredibly sad to leave, excited for my next adventure, and full of love for the people I have met and the people I will see again soon. It can be challenging to hold all of these truths at once. In the meantime I will continue to make brownies, run, and lay on my floor hoping that the water comes back on before I attempt to do my dishes with some of my precious stored water. 

A photo from one of the going away parties.