A Stormy Spring

I feel like whenever I sit down to write, I want to start every post with, "Things have been crazy since I last wrote." Or "I've been so busy, I can't believe it's already MonthX" or whatever.

But generally, every time I sit down to write it's true.

And the storms have been epic. Pretty much every night, just as the sun sets, the clouds roll in, and in it comes the rain and the thunder and the lightning...it's always a great show.

I can't believe it's June, and another year of school is behind me. At this point, it is interesting to see how my priorities have changed since last year, and how my outlook is just, well, different.

The past few weeks have been emotionally torrential, both up and down, for all sorts of reasons, but suffice it to say it's been exciting and I think we're in the clear.

Work wise, my life has been beautiful. We finished school, we took our softball team on a field trip to Danaci to play another team (the team never showed up - our kids just said, "They were afraid of us!" so we went to the park and ate ice cream and rode old carnival rides), we went to the Internat school (a school for underpriveleged kids, including orphans and refugees) to donate clothing we had spent weeks collecting (I even got an invitation to go back and teach there next year!), we received our SPA grant for the Arts Camp, and clubs have just been booming.

Personally, things have been odd...I spend a lot more of my time now with my male sitemates, and so gender restrictions that I never noticed before are much more glaring. Also, they're 8s, so they are thinking about completely different things, while I'm spending my time trying to think about what to do Post-PC, where I'll go, when I'll go, etc etc. And I don't HAVE to know, but I have to know if I want to go to grad school, because if I want to do that I have to take the GMAT, and if I have to take the GMAT I have to start studying NOW...yeah, that's my mind set. I don't really want to deal with any of it. But it doesn't help when you are surrounded by some people who keep asking what you want to do and where you want to go, and then others ask when you are leaving and the look in their eyes just begs you to stay. I've realized what I want, really, is to go back to America, and just take everybody with me. Or bring my life and my luxuries and my comforts from America to my place in Balaken, and keep working here. But you can't always get what you want...