unreal

It's happening. I'm here at our volunteer house in Tana, currently homeless. My life is packed in a Peace Corps vehicle in the parking lot, very stuffed. My dresser and desk are amongst the items strapped to the top, so I have my fingers crossed that it doesn't rain; it hasn't so far.

It's been an emotionally draining past few weeks, saying goodbyes, packing, and squashing rumors (you dont like it here?!?! some people asked, shocked. No, not true. Same with the rumor circulating that I was returning to the states. No, again, not true, I insisted over and over and over) My friends at site know the truth though, and that's all that matters. I didn't get to say goodbye to everyone that I wanted to, as a lot of my students leave town for the long break. I still can't help but feeling like I've let people down.

It's unreal right now; I still feel like I'm in Tana, waiting for my flight back to Morondava, back home. But no. It probably won't hit me until I'm getting into the car tomorrow, to drive 7-8 hours to the new site, what will be my home for the remainder of my service (well, I hope).

I'm nervous, scared, anxious all over again. Still sad, anger lingering as well. A little stir crazy from sitting in the hostel not doing much; Tana's too expensive and overwhelming and I'm lazy. Oh yeah, and sick. Probably amebas. Just what I need when I have a long car ride and day ahead of me.

Then a week of trying to get my new house together and get prepared for the school year, which starts next Monday. I think I'll be teaching the same grades I did at my now old site, so I'll already have the lesson plans done. I just need to get the first few weeks of school figured out though, assess my students levels and see where they are.

Again, I can't believe this is happening. So much for one country, one site, two years. Both of those haven't been true.

Big day ahead of me tomorrow, off to enjoy one last shower, finish packing, and go to sleep earlier than I usually do when I am here.

Wish me luck!!