This week-long gap between two camps has been rather weird. There is so little that I can accomplish in the period of a week. This week felt like a bit of a waste. I spent a lot of time thinking–which is why many Peace Corps members fear the Summer. Too much thinking can make you remember what you are doing here AND what you left back home. It’s a time where you can figure out what you want to do with your service or pine over the life you left back in The States. I feel like I’ve gone through both of these at the same time. I am starting to develop a realistic plan of what I want my service to look like. At the same time, I see too much of my life back in The States.
On the plus side, I developed a lot of plans during this week. I worked on my big project–which I hope to start in full force this Fall. I figured out what kind of books I want to spend my time reading. I started writing more than I have been. During the heat of the day, I feel like there is little I can do other than watch a TV show or take a nap. The think is, the rest of my city does that too. I guess what I thought was laziness is just cultural integration. This really is the strangest job I’ve ever had.
Here’s a poem from yesterday.