Note: Pictures to come!
Last week in Kinyarwanda class, we learned to talk about our families. This was an extensive and sometimes confusing lesson; the words used to describe an older sibling of the same gender are different from that of a younger, both of which are not the same word used for a sibling of the opposite gender. Does that make sense? Because I’m still trying to figure it out and get the words straight.
Continue reading “A Community of Family”
Last week, I was saddened to learn about a free Dave Matthews concert taking place in Denver. A few weeks earlier, it was a Don Diablo set at Echostage. This coming weekend, I will be missing out on a dear friend’s wedding that I am heartbroken that I can’t attend.
Continue reading “The Things We Miss”
“Buhoro, buhoro!” my host mother shouts as I hurry through the spotless dining room of my new home in Rwanda. I have half a piece of bread hanging from my mouth, my weighty backpack slung at an odd angle across one shoulder, my phone in one hand, and a cup of tea swaying in the other. To your average American, this might look like a fairly standard morning routine, but my host mother looks utterly confused and mildly concerned as she watches the hectic foreigner tear through the room. Continue reading “Learning to Slow Down”
Five of my favorite people in the world descended on Colorado this past weekend. It was an emotional weekend of laughter, adventure, and farewells. But all I can think now is: how do you truly say goodbye to people who have been your whole world for nearly as long as you can remember?
Continue reading “Teach Me How To Say Goodbye”
The countdown is on. I know, I say that every time I post, but with every passing day my impending departure becomes more and more real. Not to mention I become better at finding excuses for procrastination.
Continue reading “What Am I Really Hoping For?”
Departure for Rwanda is still five months away, but it has already come time for a bittersweet farewell to my life in the District of Columbia as I prepare to move home to Colorado. Continue reading “A Time for Farewells: Reflecting on My Time in D.C.”
It has been almost two weeks since I opened my email one afternoon to find the long awaited, much anticipated “Invitation!” message in my inbox. Continue reading “5 Reasons I Decided to Join the Peace Corps”