Time won't let me go

I regret my lack of posting in the last week, and my excuses could be listed as follows: my electricity extra unreliable, leaving little battery power for blogging; I’ve been spending a lot of time with volunteers lately, and in Cotonou, which leaves me mainly with “I love my friends” stories, which would be be true, but not really what I want this blog to be about; and I’ve been so well-integrated that I haven’t had the time to blog.

The truth, though, would be that I’ve been too tired to get all the things I need to finished before vacation, let alone find the brainpower to write words that aren’t meaningless on here every night.

If you had told me that there would be a time that I would be this stressed during my service, I wouldn’t have believed you. But not just me, every one that’s about to hit the one-year mark is suddenly realizing how much the next four months of their lives are booked. And how much this schedule is going to put us suddenly at October with less than a year left, not quite remembering how we got there.

Most of the time here, I feel like I’m living in a time warp. Time just seems to pass differently here. It once felt like it would never end. Now it feels like  it’s disappearing without my permission. 

The new group of volunteers arrive in about a week. Those first three months felt like they were the longest of my life. Now, it’s weird to think about how they will be experiencing days that feel like they last 30 hours while the rest of us run around the country trying to to snag as much time as possible.