This past week, I
was in Gaborone for my Mid-Service Training (MST) with Peace Corps. Time is
FLYING by. Throughout the past year, I have seen many of the other volunteers
in my training group and I've even collaborated with a few on projects.
However, there were a few volunteers I hadn't seen since our last training
event together in August of 2012. I really enjoyed spending time with my group,
learning a bit more about how to enhance my service, and expand upon my
thoughts for what I'm going to be doing post-peace corps.
(side note..
Post-peace corps? Didn't I just
start this adventure?!)
Of course, like most
things, MST flew by and yesterday I found myself sitting on a crowded bus back
to my village. I was sad to leave my friends behind, especially because the
next time we will all be together, it will be at our close-of -service conference.
But as I sat on the
bus back home, I welcomed the feeling of relief of simply going home. Going to
the capitol is great - it's busy, groceries are amazing, there is
entertainment, etc. But somehow, the quiet village life still resonates with my soul and I'm always happy
to return.
Scads of school children
coming up to me, offering to carry my bags and tell me about their exams.
Hearing people speak
Shekgalagari, leaving Setswana in Gaborone.
Giggling children running up
to give me hugs when I arrive.
Kissing those sweet little
faces.
Wiping the sand off my lips
from their sweet (dirty) little faces.
Kibi cat purring and
delighted to have me petting him again.
Hand-washing my laundry from
the week.
Making fresh coffee and
enjoying the comforts of my own home.
Reading Curious
George to some of the little ones who stop by.
Unpacking all of the books
and IEC material from Peace Corps to aid me with my work.
Resting on my own bed,
Soaking up some solitude,
and reflecting upon all the things I'm looking forward to in my last
year of service.
my favorite place to be |
Love & Light,
TMV
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