In the past month, I took the GRE, planned and helped lead a day-long Malaria Camp, started a youth radio show on HIV and malaria, established a pig cooperative and nutrition program for over three hundred people living with HIV/AIDS in my community, and upped the number of community English classes I teach every week to eight. I might be slightly insane (but if you know my mother, you know where I get it from. I can't remember my Mom sitting down while I was growing up, other than to eat and pray :)
|Recording our first radio show on HIV/AIDS|
|Some of my community English students|
Perhaps another reason, which I hate to admit, is that I've realized that my time in Rwanda as a Peace Corps Volunteer is limited. Tim is finishing his Peace Corps service in the next week, and it's difficult picturing life without him. I can say with 100% certainty that I wouldn't have made it this far without him. We've been a twenty minute walk away from each other for the past sixteen months, and it will definitely take some getting used to once he leaves.
The fact that he's leaving has been a wake-up call for me. I have eight months left in my village. When you start your Peace Corps service, two years seems like eternity. But here I am, applying to graduate schools. I won't be living here forever. This is my home now, but it won't be in less than a year. This realization has made me learn to savor the little moments even more: sipping coffee grown just yards from my house, blowing bubbles with D'Assisi, waking up to the sound of the nuns praying (my bedroom shares a room with our little chapel), juicy, fresh-picked pineapples, and taking a run with breathtaking views of the mountains of Congo, Burundi, and Rwanda.
Peace Corps life is short but sweet for certain.