Sometimes...
Sometimes I like to facebook stalk old pictures of myself and remember a time when I was clean, and I smelled good, and had long pretty hair, was (somewhat) fashionable, and wasn’t sweating 24 hours a day. Sometimes I like to read other Peace Corps blogs/journals and remind myself that I’m not as alone as I sometimes feel. Sometimes, actually all the time, I like to facebook stalk RPCVs (returned peace corps volunteers) and think to myself … “they did this too. And now they’re home.” I don’t know why that makes me feel good. Sometimes I pretend I don’t speak Portuguese when I find someone extremely irritating and want to run away from them, ASAP. Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about L.A. and what must be happening there. Sometimes I miss my Mom (& family) so much that I …… cry… a little. Ahaha. Ok, a lot. Sorta. Sometimes I wish I was in another place- although I don’t know where. Sometimes I think back on the ...