Suddenly this whole Peace Corps thing seems decidedly real. One round of goodbyes already behind me, a 9.5 hour drive with EVERYTHING I own packed into a tear-stained Budget truck...these make the act of leaving feel less like an act and more like a real decision, an actual occurrence. It was much harder and sadder than I'd expected to say goodbye to my job, to DC and, of course, to the many wonderful people I met over the last two years (argh, I was in DC for less time than I will be in Peru). But I guess it's a good thing to be sad about goodbyes, at least I know my time there was meaningful.I'm back in SC, living at my parent's and unemployed. Awesome. I am definitely enjoying home-cooked meals, clean laundry and an abundance of free time to sit on the beach, read, and sort through the whirl of thoughts/emotions. I can't believe it's less than a month until I am headed for Peru. While leaving DC seems very real, actually going to Peru is still somewhat of a mystery. Where will I be living? What will I be doing? What will my host family be like? What will the other volunteers be like? And most importantly, what the hell do I pack? Luckily I have approximately 30 days with few other plans than to pack, relax and enjoy all my NC/SC family and friends. And continue my Peruvian daydreams...
