Living in a foreign country where you experience every single emotion from complete elation to utter sadness every. single. day?
Having nightmares involving death and kidnapping?
Can’t stop thinking about a guy back home and don’t know whether you miss him because he’s the last guy you were intimate with or because you have actual feelings for him….and realize that it doesn’t matter either way because there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it?
Fuck it, CATS.
Got caught in the middle of a fight involving bricks, sticks, logs and drunk men and thought for sure someone was going to die in front of you?
Questioning your worth and wondering if you’re making any sort of impact with the work you’re doing?
Miss walking down the street without people staring, pointing and trying to sneak pictures of you?
Still can’t wear pants because of a motorcycle accident that happened 2 months ago?
Missing your siblings/parents/friends/coworkers/that one girl you had class with for a semester two years ago that you only see twice a year?
Stressing over what you’re going to do with your life in 20 months?
In all seriousness, it’s been a tough month. Being a Peace Corps Volunteer is challenging in more ways than I could ever have imagined. When I accepted my invitation to serve in Uganda, I thought my biggest problems would be living without electricity and running water. A year later (and infinitely wiser), I consider that to be the easy part. However, now that Term 2 has officially started (and the Ugandan teacher’s strike is over!), I am feeling more and more like my old self. I have a few projects underway, I start teaching next week and I am excited for all of it, all over again. Oh and I have a cat!