I'll be home in November. That means only two months left of living this crazy African life, and two months til I'm shoved back into the crazy American life. There are many different emotions that arise when I think about this. Here are some gifs from Mean Girls to help sum them up.
Going to America is going to be really overwhelming. I can see myself getting to the airport like:
So much has happened since I've been gone. Every time I get online I'm just like:
I know I'm going to be so out of touch that my friends won't know what to do with me.
And I'll just be saying all kinds of weird stuff that doesn't make sense to them.
There will be all kinds of things that people back home just won't get.
I'm already preparing my sarcastic responses to all of the Africa questions.
I'm really afraid people will be telling me their first world problems...
...and I'll just be like
Sometimes I get really excited to buy new clothes again!
...but then I remember I'm broke.
...and that all the white carbs of Moz cuisine were not friendly to my hips.
Moz was also not friendly to my skin/hair/nails/general health and well being.
I've got to job hunt from the technology black hole that is Africa, and I'm over here trying to make Peace Corps look good on my resume like:
Whatever. I'll probably have to get a second job as a drug dealer anyway in order to pay off my student loans.
Some things I will not miss about Peace Corps:
Being the odd one out.
The impending risk of getting maimed in a traffic accident.
Things I will miss about Peace Corps:
Staying home from work and blaming malaria.
The general lack of responsibilities, 'cause let's face it:
Most of all, my PCV peeps. Despite their quirks they have become some of my best friends.
Things I am looking forward to:
'Til November. Be gentle, America.