Today marks one year as a Peace Corps volunteer.
That means the 12-month countdown has started. One down. One to go.
In some ways, that feels like forever. There is still a mountain to climb until I can see my family again, have coffee in fancy shops with friends or sit around watching the Food Network or Hulu. There is lots of time for more failure and hard lessons. Three hundred sixty five days could feel like 1,095 days. Comfortable is still forever away.
Then again, a year really isn’t that long. I have limited time left to take afternoon naps, listen to Basotho songs, have picnics by the waterfall, watch “Rhythm City” with my host family, have meaningful conversations with PCVs at 5 a.m. and stare at the beautiful mountains. This time of simplicity and self discovery will be over in the blink of an eye. Soon, Lesotho and my friends and family here will be a memory.
One year down. One to go. May it be a good one.