Two weeks ago, I was on my way out the door, headed into another press conference about the flood. I was upset becaue a source had stiffed me on some information and I was contemplating how I woul fix the situtation. Then, my placement officer called.
“When is your brother’s wedding?” she asked.
“Great you are leaving October 12. Our numbers are approved and I am sending your invitation today.”
The blue package came on Monday, but I wasn’t here so my mom called me and she opened it while talking to me.
Lesotho, teaching English as a second language. Leaving four days after my brother’s wedding and two after my 27th birthday.
So, there you have it. I have an answer, a planned new beginning. But, Peace Corps the second time feels so different. I am neither excited nor disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, I know I want this, I guess it’s just a reality now. As a friend put it, I am gunshy because my heart is still broken.
Lesotho looks beautiful and I am excited to learn more abou it, but I have a feeling leaving the second time, although I know it is right, will be harder.
Yet, look at this place. I think we’ll get along.