In my bedroom, suitcases are half-filled. Possessions are strung across every flat surface. It is a disorderly mess.
This morning, I had to wipe off many lipstick marks from my cheeks. Mexicans love kissing cheeks.
Photos are being tagged on facebook as I type.
You all know what that means, right? As of today, I no longer a trainee.
I am officially a Peace Corps Volunteer.
In two days, I will board a bus heading east for my new home. As with any major life change, this one is bittersweet. Of course I am filled with idealistic dreams about the new life that I will build. My hopes are high, and I feel so fortunate to be exactly where I am. However, it is sad to leave behind all of my new friends, who have somehow quickly developed into family.
Suerte to all of my fellow
trainees Group 13 Volunteers. You all have amazing heart. Keep inspiring those around you!
Making me smile:
- Duh; being a volunteer, and all that comes with it!
- Eating a legit soft pretzel from a Swiss bakery café
- In my Spanish class, one student suddenly realized that the word for city, ciudad, is pronounced exactly like “see you dad!”
- Local colloquialism: Staying at the Hotel of 1000 Stars = camping on the beach