The rains have started. They are starting late this year and farmers were getting worried about their crops growing well. It was a strange feeling lying in bed with two distinct thoughts running through my head as the rains fell sharply on the tin roofs above. The first was one of joy; for my impending garden, for the farmers in my village, for the general green-ness that would follow. The second thought was Crap...is my house leaking? But it is truly amazing how fast and wonderfully things grow here. Even with just a few short spurts of rain, the trees and bushes are already so lush and alive.
The next couple days have and will be incredibly full. At present we are all living on top of eachother at the transit house in Lilongwe as we have our last training sessions, do our shopping for our sites and get sworn in as official Peace Corps Volunteers. So soon, my name will no longer be Jeannine Keller, PCT, but Jeannine Keller, PCV. I am pretty darn excited. Oddly, being in the house reminds me of my time at Koinonia; a very communal feeling in regards to space but not with respect to food. Everyone has stuff label very specifically in the cupboards and in the fridge.
But now I am off, someone else wants the computer and I am going to brave the rain and head to the market and buy some mangoes and avacadoes.
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J9!!! I love reading your posts. I'm so curious about life in Malawi although I have a hard time envisioning what it's like. Your computer access is probably somewhat limited, but it would be so great to keep hearing about how things are going for you. I miss you! ~Sarah DV
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