And We're Off!

Fire burning baby. I’ve got a time limit.

If you want to motivate me, remind me that I will soon have a plane ticket home to Los Angeles, that my village days will be behind me, that my S. time is a time bomb, that I’ve got to put both feet forward each morning and work some magic.

WHERE DID THE TIME GO?

What on earth have I been doing for 5 months?

First I was sweating, then I was sick, then I was painting, then I was sick again, and then I was in mourning for my loves leaving my village surrounding, then were the camels, then I was sick, then I was freezing (edit am still freezing), and now I am here. Mid January. Time bomb ticking.

I have only a couple months to expand the Girls’ club to the surrounding villages, create a vocational training program out of thin air with no experience or understanding whatsoever (enter MAGIC), and feel like I’ve actually done something in ten months. Ten months.

I had a moment yesterday where I decided that maybe I just wouldn’t come home. Head for Nepal. Take a summer break in Europe. Hit up Africa or the Middle East afterwards. I’M AT MY PRIME. All I need is a backpack, a couch, and a friend. Camels across Pakistan. Let’s go. I’m all in baby.

But I want to hug my sister and have a shower.

SO if I must come home at some point that means we’ve got to ready set RUN.