Well, leaving Tuesday. It's crazy. I thought that I would be nervous by now. Don't get me wrong, I have moments throughout the day that I am like OMG to myself, and my insides tighten, if you know that feeling. But it usually passes within a few minutes.
I know I am not getting as nervous because I am more excited. This is something I have wanted for at least two years now (and it takes just that long to finish the tour). I just keep reminding myself that I know it will be hard. I know there will be times that I want to come home. But I also know that I have wanted to go longer than it takes to complete my time. It will go by fast. I know I will hate that it ended.
I said today that I have to come up with a plan for when I get back. Thinking ahead already. That might be too soon.
The hardest thing I have encountered thus far is packing. How do you pack for two years? What do you pack? Especially since I have to wear a skirt or dress below the knees everyday. Talk about chafing! Oye! Seems crazy, but it might help to keep cool.
The one thing I am nervous about is the first few weeks. We evidently have to find our way to a current PCV and shadow them, and then find our way to the capital for the rest of training. How do they expect us to navigate a country we have never been in to find someone we never met? And then find our way back? With all our luggage? Wow. I could see them doing that like five weeks into training, but the first few days/weeks? Oh boy.
At least Ghanaians are supposedly the nicest people in West Africa!