Somehow we came up with idea over dinner. I had just arrived in Jhapa district to visit Andrew in Birtamod one last time before our Peace Corps’ lives ended.
I was going to stay for a night, maybe two, before heading back to Birganj.
Anyhow, I think we were having dinner and Andrew was talking about the [...]
It was the end of December and I was coming back to Birganj from Rajbiraj. I’d celebrated Christmas for the second time in Rajbiraj and was thinking that this would be the last time I’d be there, the last time I’d make the trip I’d made perhaps ten times before.
Last year’s Christmas was, well, difficult. [...]
If at any moment throughout the day I could write down the fleeting impulses caused by my upcoming departure (34 days before departure), psychoanalyzing my anxiety would be much simpler.
Exactly when I got it into my head to join the Peace Corps is something I wish I could remember, probably because I was more articulate [...]
