Tomorrow is my last day at the orphanage. It’s strange how attached I’ve gotten to these kids over the last 28 days. I’m so glad I was among the five who got to spend time here. I can’t even begin to explain how amazing and frustrating this month has been. But it has been entirely worth it. Now I set my sights back to my town–Bhalil. I hope I can make as big of a difference there as I have in this village. Over the course of the school year, I will have plenty of opportunities. I just need to be myself and grab them. I want to work my ass off so I can deserve next summer. I’m crossing my fingers.
I am still trucking along with the 50-Day Memory Challenge. Remember, if you want to attempt it, just send me a link and I will set you up with my 200 subscribers.
Day Eight: Kicked out of a Bar
It hasn’t been an especially long week, but I found myself excessively tired this morning. After doing our morning with the young kids, I was glad to be on weekend. Now I get a day and a half off before doing the intense last week of work here at the orphanage. It’s been a great month for me–full of reflection and work and writing. I have come up with several ideas for how to utilize my time in the Peace Corps. Most of it requires wifi for faster internet. So September is going to be an interesting month for me–looking for a new house and setting up the internet while I start working with the kids.
Today is the third day of The 50-Day Memory Challenge. I wrote about last summer–reflecting on the massive fire that burned the mountains just outside my town.
Day Three: Watching Colorado Burn