The Ides of May

I'm in a funk. And I don't know what to do about it. I talked with my supervisor yesterday...and by 'talk' I mean blubbered tearfully about the funk I am in while she hugged me and listened. Definition of "The Funk" -- a feeling of not wanting to go back to my village, deep seeded not wanting to go back. And it's a new feeling for me. Of course I always have feelings of trepidation when it's time to leave the city and head home to the village: I'm sad to leave people whose company I enjoy, I'm sad to leave warm showers and the oven, and I dread the 10km uphill bike ride that is required to get me to my house. But these past days it's felt different. I really don't want to go home. Thankfully Dora [my APCD...Associate Peace Corps Country Director -- we do love our acronyms] also functions as therapist. Together we figured out that my 'funk' is due to this proposal nonesense. Subconsciously I don't want to go home until I have money in my hand so that we can start this electrification of the school. And so I am still in a funk. In addition...we have a holiday on Thursday which isn't helping my motivation for getting home in a speedy manner. Damn.