Ramadan has come to an end since the last time we spoke. Last Monday was Laid Imzay, which means small holiday, and in two months we will celebrate Laid Imkorn, Big Holiday! For Laid Imzay I baked four cakes and about a hundred cookies to give to my host family and my neddy girl’s families. I started the morning not being too excited because I was being a party pooper. Once I got the energy to go and visit my host family I was excited. First, I went to my host family’s house and got a lecture because I didn’t come for breakfast, which is the big meal of the day. But, I had forgotten and my host dad neglected to tell me that the day before when I saw him in town. It is always so weird to see my host dad in town because it is shameful for him to talk to women in town, so he barely will acknowledge me but if we go up the hill five yards we are friends again. I had lunch with my host family instead.
After lunch I proceeded to have tea at five other houses. I was dressed up in my traditional Moroccan holiday gear and gave every family their cookies. They were all real excited about the cookies but only one family actually served them when I went to their house. Moroccan cookies are prettier than ours but they taste awful and they all taste the same, but American cookies are ugly and taste wonderful. I discussed this with my neddy girls they told me they were scared of my cookies but once they got enough guts to eat them they were pleasantly surprised.
The day after Laid I went to my neddy and for some reason I was feeling off. The girls were driving me nuts and I was so tired but had no reason to be. Then I felt a rumble in my tummy before I left the neddy and knew that was a warning for what was to come, I just didn’t anticipate how bad it would be. I have been sick in this country a couple of times and this was one of those times where I am incapacitated for days. I was up all night puking and having crazy bowl movements at the same time. At one point I was l lying on my tile floor wondering if I was going to live or maybe I was just wishing I would die, I had forgotten how bad it could feel to be alive sometimes. Yesterday, I was in bed all day recovering and watching movies. Today, I can eat again and I am feeling a little better. I went to one of my Neddy girl’s houses because I couldn’t stay inside alone for another day. At Latifa’s house I crocheted and when I got tired and slept for hours. Then Latifa made me tea because I told her I hadn’t eaten for two days that was just too much for her to handle so she got right in the kitchen and started making me eggs and bread. Of course, I ate too much for my first meal and it was filled with grease and sugar but I am still alive right now. It just felt so good to want to eat again.
I am really feeling great here and comfortable. Everyday I am realizing what a gift it is to be given this experience. If it weren’t for my parents and my Grandma Thora I wouldn’t be here, Thank YOU! I can feel myself changing for the better everyday, most of the time.
I love you all
Emmy
PS Mom I really missed you when I was sick, you’re the greatest.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Ramadan 2009
Since we chatted last, Ramadan has begun which has been good so far. It started while I was vacationing in Agadir last weekend, a tourist town two hours down the coast from me. When the sun goes down every night I have been breaking fast every night with my host family and the food is so good. The food consists of dates, cookies, soup, and then snacks of fish, fries, breads, and water. Before I get ahead of myself I am going to explain what Ramadan is. To participate in Ramadan you are usually Muslim or a Peace Corps volunteer in a Muslim country. During Ramadan everyone fasts from sun up to sun down for one month. When you’re fasting you this wake-up at 3 in the morning to prepare breakfast and then they don’t eat or drink anything until the sun goes down. Right now the sun rises around 5 and sets around 7:26 PM. When you don’t eat all day it is so interesting how you notice every minute before you get to eat again. I have been fasting on and off depending on the day. Most days I have to drink water because it is so hot. Today I did fast all day because I went to Smimou to use Internet and check the mail. Since I was in town all the stores are closed that sell food. If I did decide to eat everyone would give me the hairy eye and curse me. It is highly looked down upon to eat around people that are fasting.
Today was such a long day without food or water. It was one of those days where nothing you want to be open is open and everything you try to get done is so difficult. One of my battles today was going to the Post office; I walked up the hill in the blistering sun to find a long line of about a hundred people trying to get their paychecks. Since, most people don’t have bank accounts the only way for them to get paid is by having the money mailed. But as we all know mailing physical money is really not a good idea. If someone wants to send money to in Smimou from Casablanca they go to a post office in Casa and then the money is transferred to the post office in Smimou. Most of this money isn’t a paycheck it is sent from family members who work in the city and send money home to family in the countryside. Every family in my village has someone working in a city in order to make money for the family.
Today, I also went to file for a new Moroccan I.D., which means I had to go deal with my police. I never know how this experience is going to go because we don’t have a common language. It is really hard to get anything done when you can’t explain anything to each other. I new I had to bring a special stamp and eight pictures with me because we had discussed these weeks ago, my Cart National has been expired for three months now. Kind of a big deal but since I went to America I was given extra time because Americans are allowed to travel in Morocco for three months without a visa. My extra time has now expired so it has come time to fix this.
My encounter with the police started out friendly but then my police chief found out that my Cart National was stolen when my wallet was stolen. Since I was in Essa when this happened my police did not know about this; yes both police stations have cell phones and landlines. We got into a fight because I never told them about not having an ID, and I also was one stamp short and two pictures short. After not eating all day I was not in the mood to walk around town to get the stamp or the pictures. After a lot of yelling I just stood up and said good-bye because I was too tired to deal with it anymore. By this point we had a Tashlheet interpreter and an English interpreter. Once I decided to walk out on them, the police hired a guy on a motorbike to get me my stamp and pictures; it was an amazing response I did not expect. The police were probably stunned because A WOMAN was yelling at them, Moroccans are so afraid of the police here. But today a white American WOMEN did yelled, here me roar! I was just too tired to keep it together.
Now I am home I have eaten and life is good again. I love spending time in my little house, alone. I wonder how I am going to deal with not being alone most of the time when I get back to the states? I am going to enjoy this time that I have because my life will never be like this again.
Take care and Love
Emmy
PS Tira Congratulations on you wedding and I wish I could be there. I love you! Please send me picures.
Today was such a long day without food or water. It was one of those days where nothing you want to be open is open and everything you try to get done is so difficult. One of my battles today was going to the Post office; I walked up the hill in the blistering sun to find a long line of about a hundred people trying to get their paychecks. Since, most people don’t have bank accounts the only way for them to get paid is by having the money mailed. But as we all know mailing physical money is really not a good idea. If someone wants to send money to in Smimou from Casablanca they go to a post office in Casa and then the money is transferred to the post office in Smimou. Most of this money isn’t a paycheck it is sent from family members who work in the city and send money home to family in the countryside. Every family in my village has someone working in a city in order to make money for the family.
Today, I also went to file for a new Moroccan I.D., which means I had to go deal with my police. I never know how this experience is going to go because we don’t have a common language. It is really hard to get anything done when you can’t explain anything to each other. I new I had to bring a special stamp and eight pictures with me because we had discussed these weeks ago, my Cart National has been expired for three months now. Kind of a big deal but since I went to America I was given extra time because Americans are allowed to travel in Morocco for three months without a visa. My extra time has now expired so it has come time to fix this.
My encounter with the police started out friendly but then my police chief found out that my Cart National was stolen when my wallet was stolen. Since I was in Essa when this happened my police did not know about this; yes both police stations have cell phones and landlines. We got into a fight because I never told them about not having an ID, and I also was one stamp short and two pictures short. After not eating all day I was not in the mood to walk around town to get the stamp or the pictures. After a lot of yelling I just stood up and said good-bye because I was too tired to deal with it anymore. By this point we had a Tashlheet interpreter and an English interpreter. Once I decided to walk out on them, the police hired a guy on a motorbike to get me my stamp and pictures; it was an amazing response I did not expect. The police were probably stunned because A WOMAN was yelling at them, Moroccans are so afraid of the police here. But today a white American WOMEN did yelled, here me roar! I was just too tired to keep it together.
Now I am home I have eaten and life is good again. I love spending time in my little house, alone. I wonder how I am going to deal with not being alone most of the time when I get back to the states? I am going to enjoy this time that I have because my life will never be like this again.
Take care and Love
Emmy
PS Tira Congratulations on you wedding and I wish I could be there. I love you! Please send me picures.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
My Life is Cool!
Hello everyone, it has been along time since I have written you and I have decided I need to step up this blog thing. Recently, I was talking to my friend Chelsey Paulson and she simply asked me what I did today and I realized this would be a good blog. What did I do today…? Well today, I woke up and decided that I needed a day to just be with Emmy and chill. I have been reading a book by Jon Krakauer called Under the Banner of Heaven; this book is about Mormon extremists, who believe polygamy is a necessity. I have realized religion in general uses many excuses to get masses of people to believe that it is Gods will to do crazy things. Anyways, I spent my day reading this book. I went to the store to get food for the day, which I have to meticulously time because the store I go to, only is open certain times of the day, never being the same times of day. I bought eggs, two candy bars, a coke, and toothpaste. Then I went to another store to get my bread to either make eggs on toast, a regular for me, or to make peanut butter and jelly toast.
Once I got home I settled into another couple of hours of committed reading. I know it seems like I am being lazy over here in Morocco but sometimes we all just need these days. I have the most amazing job where I am allowed to do this anytime. Something I have realized is that us Moroccans definitely rest more but our lives are more strenuous when it comes to everyday living. Every other day I haul water with a wheelbarrow and this takes me about an hour. I use drastically less water here in Morocco than I do when I am in America. If Americans had to haul their own water for their daily use we could never work forty hours a week. I think we would also have fewer children because you also have to haul water for everyone in your family. Most people in my village have running water but it is inconsistent, when the water is out they haul water on the backs of donkeys, I am the only one that uses a wheelbarrow. My water comes to me through a machine that makes this horrible noise while it is extracting water, so I have chosen to haul my own water because it is good exercise and it forces me out of my house.
Back to my day, around seven at night it finally cooled off enough for me to go for a run. I have never been a runner but have taken on the activity since I have come to Morocco. I love it because I release so much energy and it is a time for me to get my mind straight. I also get to surprise Moroccans. Nobody exercises here because everyday life for them is a workout; when I am running everyone gives me looks of curiosity and confusion. I run around the same time I tend to see the same people now and I have created a team of cheerleaders. People ask me in the taxi if I am going to run today and I have had many people ask me why would I ever want to do something like run. A year ago I would have been asking the same question. I love my runs because I get to see people herding sheep, today I passed a tractor, and I got to say hi to the grounds keeper at the primary school, he is one of my cheerleaders.
After my run I took a bucket bath, which entails me heating up water, that I hauled yesterday, then I sit in my shower room and bathe, there isn’t much to it but not something we do in America. My life here is very simple and I am definetly going back to the basics of living, even though I have a computer, Bose radio, I pod, and DVD player. I still feel like I am roughing it. I love my house I am constantly outside. There is a huge courtyard in the middle of my house so when it rains or the sunshine’s it is in my house. I will miss being able to just look up and see the stars at night. I am very grateful for this experience to live like most of the world lives. Even though my house is much nicer than any of the other Moroccans in my village I am for the most part living they way they do.
Yesterday, I taught the girls at my neddy how to crochet. They are very slow learners but I kept my cool. By the end of the three-hour class they all had it down, some better than others. We will see tomorrow what kinds of messes they have created. My neddy has basically shut down because it is summer and it is hot but I retaining a couple of girls that come a couple times a week. I have been using this down time to start working on my curriculum for teaching health lessons in the fall, after Ramadan. I also am spending more time with my host family, eating with them and we also are working on the wheat harvest, and we crack argon nuts together. I feel like a factory worker when I help them because the work is so tedious, but now I know that being a factory worker is boring.
I am trying to carpe diem everyday and have a great next ten months. This experience is not forever and I will probably never live my life like this again. I will miss eating with adults on the floor, I will miss my two host sisters, I will miss my alone time, I will miss the slow lifestyle here, I will miss my taxi drivers, I will miss hauling water and doing laundry by hand. For right now I am going to try to appreciate everyday that I have left here and learn everything that I can.
I miss you all tremendously and love you
Love
Emmy
Once I got home I settled into another couple of hours of committed reading. I know it seems like I am being lazy over here in Morocco but sometimes we all just need these days. I have the most amazing job where I am allowed to do this anytime. Something I have realized is that us Moroccans definitely rest more but our lives are more strenuous when it comes to everyday living. Every other day I haul water with a wheelbarrow and this takes me about an hour. I use drastically less water here in Morocco than I do when I am in America. If Americans had to haul their own water for their daily use we could never work forty hours a week. I think we would also have fewer children because you also have to haul water for everyone in your family. Most people in my village have running water but it is inconsistent, when the water is out they haul water on the backs of donkeys, I am the only one that uses a wheelbarrow. My water comes to me through a machine that makes this horrible noise while it is extracting water, so I have chosen to haul my own water because it is good exercise and it forces me out of my house.
Back to my day, around seven at night it finally cooled off enough for me to go for a run. I have never been a runner but have taken on the activity since I have come to Morocco. I love it because I release so much energy and it is a time for me to get my mind straight. I also get to surprise Moroccans. Nobody exercises here because everyday life for them is a workout; when I am running everyone gives me looks of curiosity and confusion. I run around the same time I tend to see the same people now and I have created a team of cheerleaders. People ask me in the taxi if I am going to run today and I have had many people ask me why would I ever want to do something like run. A year ago I would have been asking the same question. I love my runs because I get to see people herding sheep, today I passed a tractor, and I got to say hi to the grounds keeper at the primary school, he is one of my cheerleaders.
After my run I took a bucket bath, which entails me heating up water, that I hauled yesterday, then I sit in my shower room and bathe, there isn’t much to it but not something we do in America. My life here is very simple and I am definetly going back to the basics of living, even though I have a computer, Bose radio, I pod, and DVD player. I still feel like I am roughing it. I love my house I am constantly outside. There is a huge courtyard in the middle of my house so when it rains or the sunshine’s it is in my house. I will miss being able to just look up and see the stars at night. I am very grateful for this experience to live like most of the world lives. Even though my house is much nicer than any of the other Moroccans in my village I am for the most part living they way they do.
Yesterday, I taught the girls at my neddy how to crochet. They are very slow learners but I kept my cool. By the end of the three-hour class they all had it down, some better than others. We will see tomorrow what kinds of messes they have created. My neddy has basically shut down because it is summer and it is hot but I retaining a couple of girls that come a couple times a week. I have been using this down time to start working on my curriculum for teaching health lessons in the fall, after Ramadan. I also am spending more time with my host family, eating with them and we also are working on the wheat harvest, and we crack argon nuts together. I feel like a factory worker when I help them because the work is so tedious, but now I know that being a factory worker is boring.
I am trying to carpe diem everyday and have a great next ten months. This experience is not forever and I will probably never live my life like this again. I will miss eating with adults on the floor, I will miss my two host sisters, I will miss my alone time, I will miss the slow lifestyle here, I will miss my taxi drivers, I will miss hauling water and doing laundry by hand. For right now I am going to try to appreciate everyday that I have left here and learn everything that I can.
I miss you all tremendously and love you
Love
Emmy
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Update
It has been awhile so I will update you on the last month of my life. Since I got home from America life has been busy and full of adjustment. Once I got home I had to adjust to the fact that my friend Amy was gone now and I needed to figure out how to live here without my best friend. My Peace Corps service has been filled with adjustments and I have made the decision no matter what comes my way to deal with it and grow because going home is not an option for me.
On a brighter note a couple of weeks ago there was a huge music festival in Essaouira and my province mates and I organized an alliance with a local AIDS organization. During the festival we worked with them in getting people tested for AIDS. We had about fifteen other volunteers helping us and successfully got around 500 people tested. I also got to see the group Arrested Development perform. I have never seen or heard of them before but they were good. The festival was on the weekend after Michael Jackson died so they played Billy Jean and we all jammed. I miss music so much especially going to festivals. When I get home I am going to listen to as much live music as possible. I spent a couple of extra days after the festival in Essa hanging out with my new friends from England and Canada. I needed two days to decompress after hanging out with large groups of people for four days straight. Team UK/Canada really helped me realize not to take life so seriously and live one day at a time. Thank you Ollie, Matt, and Kory.
When I got home from the Festival I found out that my best Moroccan friend was getting married that day and leaving the next. Khadjia is a twenty year old girl who a week before her wedding day she found out she was getting married. The day she met her husband was the day she married him. She was so happy and scared to be leaving home and moving to his house four hours away, which might as well be ten because she is rarely going to see her friends or family anymore, the people that she has seen everyday for her entire life. I cried when I said good-bye and thanked America for giving me a life of education and choice. I am so grateful to be from a country where girls are given the opportunity to choose if they want an education and to choose who their husbands are or if you even want to get married in the first place. A week after the wedding I wonder how Khadjia is doing. I know she is a great wife and making sure she is fulfilling all her duties that are expected of her. I know she is probably pregnant by now. Life here is so different but I hope that maybe Khadjia’s daughter will have more choices than her mother was given.
For the forth of July I went to my friend Audrey’s site with a bunch of other Peace Corps volunteers and we roasted hot dogs over a camp fire and went tubing down the river. We tried to keep it as American as possible. I still missed playing BINGO and riding on the double Ferris wheel. I missed the fireworks on the lake but I got to eat smores and be with friends and that is the most important part of the Forth.
After the Forth I went to another volunteers house for about a week to chill and hang out in the most beautiful site in Morocco. Doug’s site is very interesting because it is always changing, he can leave for a week and a new road will be built. It is so interesting to watch development in action. When Doug got to his site he didn’t have cell phone reception but now he does and hopefully someday soon he will have electricity. One day Doug and I went hiking to pick up some rugs and it ended up being quit the adventure. The rug place was closed so we had to hike up to the women’s house that had the keys. We never found the lady with the key but we did find a midget that served us tea and for some reason had the keys. He biked down the hill and opened up the store and was a great salesman. Doug and I ended up getting some rugs and then had a nice hike home. Everyday that I was in Ait Bouali I realized how great my life is here. I am starting to feel like my time in Morocco is going by too fast and I have so much to accomplish still. Good thing I thrive under pressure and will get everything done.
I am home now and getting used to my site again and being forced to push myself. Everyday it gets easier and since tomorrow is market day so I will be busy shopping for beans, vegetables, and Tide. Then I will be going to my neddy to teach English and afterwards I will go and have tea with one of the girls from my neddy. I haven’t seen much of my neddy girls this summer because I have been so busy and they have not been coming to the neddy because in the summer nothing happens in Morocco. After Ramadan everything will pick up again and be back to normal. Until then I have two grants to write because I am trying to get the girls at my middle school beds so they don’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. I am also trying to get computers for a school down the road. I also got a great idea to teach the girls at my neddy how to crochet bags that we can sell so they can have personal money. Slowly but surely I will get work done in this country. The developing world is so slow. I almost forgot this week I am working at a kid’s camp that my friend Tim is putting together. I will be in charge of crafts and donkey races. I am so excited to see the donkey races and will be sure to tell you all about them. Until next time I will miss you all and think of you frequently. I am doing great here in Morocco and trying to learn as much as I can.
Peace,
Emmy
On a brighter note a couple of weeks ago there was a huge music festival in Essaouira and my province mates and I organized an alliance with a local AIDS organization. During the festival we worked with them in getting people tested for AIDS. We had about fifteen other volunteers helping us and successfully got around 500 people tested. I also got to see the group Arrested Development perform. I have never seen or heard of them before but they were good. The festival was on the weekend after Michael Jackson died so they played Billy Jean and we all jammed. I miss music so much especially going to festivals. When I get home I am going to listen to as much live music as possible. I spent a couple of extra days after the festival in Essa hanging out with my new friends from England and Canada. I needed two days to decompress after hanging out with large groups of people for four days straight. Team UK/Canada really helped me realize not to take life so seriously and live one day at a time. Thank you Ollie, Matt, and Kory.
When I got home from the Festival I found out that my best Moroccan friend was getting married that day and leaving the next. Khadjia is a twenty year old girl who a week before her wedding day she found out she was getting married. The day she met her husband was the day she married him. She was so happy and scared to be leaving home and moving to his house four hours away, which might as well be ten because she is rarely going to see her friends or family anymore, the people that she has seen everyday for her entire life. I cried when I said good-bye and thanked America for giving me a life of education and choice. I am so grateful to be from a country where girls are given the opportunity to choose if they want an education and to choose who their husbands are or if you even want to get married in the first place. A week after the wedding I wonder how Khadjia is doing. I know she is a great wife and making sure she is fulfilling all her duties that are expected of her. I know she is probably pregnant by now. Life here is so different but I hope that maybe Khadjia’s daughter will have more choices than her mother was given.
For the forth of July I went to my friend Audrey’s site with a bunch of other Peace Corps volunteers and we roasted hot dogs over a camp fire and went tubing down the river. We tried to keep it as American as possible. I still missed playing BINGO and riding on the double Ferris wheel. I missed the fireworks on the lake but I got to eat smores and be with friends and that is the most important part of the Forth.
After the Forth I went to another volunteers house for about a week to chill and hang out in the most beautiful site in Morocco. Doug’s site is very interesting because it is always changing, he can leave for a week and a new road will be built. It is so interesting to watch development in action. When Doug got to his site he didn’t have cell phone reception but now he does and hopefully someday soon he will have electricity. One day Doug and I went hiking to pick up some rugs and it ended up being quit the adventure. The rug place was closed so we had to hike up to the women’s house that had the keys. We never found the lady with the key but we did find a midget that served us tea and for some reason had the keys. He biked down the hill and opened up the store and was a great salesman. Doug and I ended up getting some rugs and then had a nice hike home. Everyday that I was in Ait Bouali I realized how great my life is here. I am starting to feel like my time in Morocco is going by too fast and I have so much to accomplish still. Good thing I thrive under pressure and will get everything done.
I am home now and getting used to my site again and being forced to push myself. Everyday it gets easier and since tomorrow is market day so I will be busy shopping for beans, vegetables, and Tide. Then I will be going to my neddy to teach English and afterwards I will go and have tea with one of the girls from my neddy. I haven’t seen much of my neddy girls this summer because I have been so busy and they have not been coming to the neddy because in the summer nothing happens in Morocco. After Ramadan everything will pick up again and be back to normal. Until then I have two grants to write because I am trying to get the girls at my middle school beds so they don’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. I am also trying to get computers for a school down the road. I also got a great idea to teach the girls at my neddy how to crochet bags that we can sell so they can have personal money. Slowly but surely I will get work done in this country. The developing world is so slow. I almost forgot this week I am working at a kid’s camp that my friend Tim is putting together. I will be in charge of crafts and donkey races. I am so excited to see the donkey races and will be sure to tell you all about them. Until next time I will miss you all and think of you frequently. I am doing great here in Morocco and trying to learn as much as I can.
Peace,
Emmy
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Where is my Wallet!!!!
When I first got back life was great because I was surrounded by all my Peace Corps friends and we went on a vacation to Chefchouen. I was still surrounded by people and snacks. Now I am back at my site and life is hard again. Getting back into the swing of things is not going smoothly. I had my wallet stolen today which is a major set back. I have been pushing myself to "except the things I cannot change." I will get back on this horse and start loving it here again but with only fifty durhams in my pocket and no food in my fridge it is hard. I could say I am not sending this blog out for people to feel sorry for me but that would be a lie. I need support right now. I know I am going to be ok and life will go on without a debit card but HUH. Tomorrow I am going to file a police report and I will talk to Peace Corps to find out what the next step is but since this happened on a Sunday there is little news today. If any of you out there believe in God please start praying that the police will find my wallet. I don't even care if the money is gone I just need my identity back. I hate how important a little 3 by 5 piece of leather is.
I love you all and I will be more positive next time I log on.
Love
Emmy
Monday, June 1, 2009
Back to Morocco
I am about to get on the plane to go back to Morocco and this week has been jam packed with fun. I started the week by wake boarding and ended the week with finally getting to rest and watching tv, Go Red Wings! I saw so many people since I have been home and it has been amazing. I also spoke to three different classes about my experience in Morocco, which helped me realize what I am doing is amazing. I am so tired but I want everyone to know that I love them and thank you for such a great time. I will let you all know when I arrive safely in Morocco.
Love Emmy
Love Emmy
Monday, May 18, 2009
Life has Changed
The kittens are dead now because my mama cat was too sick to feed them. Leo didn't kill them, I did. I couldn't take their crying anymore and they wouldn't eat anything so I had some girls throw them in the dry riverbed. Then the next day I took my cat to the vet and he said she was healthy except for the fact that she had worms. I gave Georgie the meds and she seemed to be doing fine but the next day I watched her die a painful death. More than anything I wanted to take away her missery, but the butcher refused to chop her head off. So we just waited for God to do His thing. After Georgie died I was hell bent on burrying her in my courtyard but the girls at my neddy told me my house would smell for months. I ignored them and when it came time to dig the hole it was impossible because the ground was so pouris. Then I just threw her over the wall of my house and she is resting in peace in a grassy patch. From time to time I do smell her though, but I will admit I kind of like it. That putrid smell reminds that she is still watching over me.
Then the next week my closest Peace Corps friend, Amy, decided to quit. This hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew it was inevitable but that doesn't take away from my saddness. I have had a rough couple of weeks but I have great friends that have been watching over me and keeping me entertained. I will be going home in a week so it is time for me to be a super volunteer and tea it up. I also have my toothbrushing project going on and the neddy girls to teach English to. Peace Corps is pushing me to become the person that I want to be.
I am super excited to see everyone that is in the Minneapolis area. I will be home from May 24th to June 1st. Please call me, I still have my old cell number.
Love you
Emmy
T-12 Days until Chelsey Crotty becomes Mrs. Chelsey Paulsen!!!!!!!
Congrats, I can't wait to see you dressed in white. I love you.
Then the next week my closest Peace Corps friend, Amy, decided to quit. This hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew it was inevitable but that doesn't take away from my saddness. I have had a rough couple of weeks but I have great friends that have been watching over me and keeping me entertained. I will be going home in a week so it is time for me to be a super volunteer and tea it up. I also have my toothbrushing project going on and the neddy girls to teach English to. Peace Corps is pushing me to become the person that I want to be.
I am super excited to see everyone that is in the Minneapolis area. I will be home from May 24th to June 1st. Please call me, I still have my old cell number.
Love you
Emmy
T-12 Days until Chelsey Crotty becomes Mrs. Chelsey Paulsen!!!!!!!
Congrats, I can't wait to see you dressed in white. I love you.
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