100 days.
That's it.
That's all I have left in my service in Botswana.
People keep asking whether it feels bittersweet... and quite honestly, I don't quite know how it feels.
I'm wishing for more time. I'm unsure of what the future holds. I've changed so much since I've arrived in Botswana. I worry that I won't like America anymore. I am afraid of letting my memories of Botswana fade away.
But mostly, I just can't believe that I only have 100 days left.
100 days left to keep fighting for my community.
100 days left to be an advocate.
100 days left to listen.
100 days left to spread my love.
100 days left to tell people I believe in them.
100 days left to squeeze in all the hugs and kisses I possibly can.
100 days left to read stories to the little ones.
100 days left to enjoy the African sunrises and sunsets.
100 days left to sit with my thoughts about my service.
It may sound like a long time to you, but goodness, I wish time would slow down.
100 days is not enough.
Love & Light,
TMV
bul*le*tin [bool-i-tin] noun 1.a brief account or statement, of personal news or events of my life as a Peace Corps volunteer, issued for the information of my loved ones
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