It happened. I got a call from DC during work and I decided that this was more important. I chatted with the placement officer about being Mormon and the struggle that that might be and about my decision to abstain from alchohol. And then … all of the sudden he said, “great, well we mentioned about leaving in April and we are sending an invite in the mail for an HIV program leaving April 7th.” I freaking flipped out. That is sooo soon, so soon. I mean, I am prepared to leave, my job ends on March 31st, but I was going to visit my siblings, my friend’s new baby and finish my quilt. But I am not going to complain.
I know I am jumping the gun a bit, but according to some blogs and the peace corps wiki that would mean Botswana! So that is what i am claiming. I could try to illustrate the joy and ectasy of nine months of suspense, but I can’t. My words get twisted and I can seem to concentrate.
So here is to less than six weeks.