Then I think of Mongonchimey, one of my students. Her self esteem and interest in English has blossomed and I like to take responsibility. My counter part also often says how much I help her. People back home now know Mongolia exists. My whole 5th grade class somehow feels dearest to me.
Souls shift slowly.
So I am determined to stay and occasionally twiddle my thumbs questioning my existence. The letters from home and other Peace Corp Volunteers, along with the chances I get to see them, deliver me for precious moments from the uncomfortable chaos of unfamiliarity. I realize it's just not in some characters to do so. Obviously I love rambling. And Jeff, our M11, gets an honorable mention for the perfect timing of a letter coming that Friday that had me tears from laughing.