The Beginning of the End

I arrived back at my site to find that the nozzle on the rainwater capture tank outside of my home had broken off sometime in the last month and been replaced with a plastic bag and a rope. I guess I need to start trying to fix my filtration system since I am going to be going back to manually pumping brown water from the water table 200 feet below.

There are a bunch of new baby goats at site, that is kind of fun.

Jet lag has had a funny effect on me and I'm sleeping a lot during the day, something usually very hard for me. It may be partially because I don't have anything really going at site right now and I just don't want to be seen by my organization if I can avoid it. I've been sleeping 5-8 hours a day through goats, a tree with about a thousand birds in it, Ugandans arguing, and baby's crying. I don't think Jenny has ever been so proud of me.

My aversion to going outside has had both positive and negative impacts. I've finished the last 200 pages of Atlas Shrugged and Tina Fey's Bossypants since I've been back. On a less positive note my avoidance of contact with Ugandans has left me surviving almost completely off of the reserves of American food I brought back with me.

I feel something very different than I did last time I came back from America. I still had some hope of turning this thing around back then, now I'm just kind of running out the clock. Peace Corps reminds me more of a prison sentence than a job these days. I've pretty much decided that I will resign in July. I don't anticipate returning to my site after COS conference. I've got some things I want to do with my organization between now and then, I've got some responsibilities at the PC office that I'm excited about, but overall my tank is just getting too empty. I don't think Peace Corps is all bad, although there are days when I plot the destruction of the entire agency. I just don't think I have the heart for development work, and I don't enjoy people enough to take positives out of the cultural exchange aspect. I'm not just going to sit in my cell... sorry... house (although there are bars on the windows) and wait the time out, but I am counting the days. I hope I use the last couple hundred here to do something worthwhile, if not at least I've got this rocking flying monkey from Laura and her family, it is sure to provide some decent entertainment down the final stretch.