And life goes on

So the week ends without any further idea of where my peace corps experience will take me. Reassured (maybe?) by the PC nurse that there are "countries in all regions" that I would qualify for, I await real word from my Placement Officer to see where I may land.  Spent the last two mornings working in our day care program as a therapy aide, instead of my usual role as the director of the whole darned program. Since I had planned to take the two days off anyway, I decided to help out in the program instead. Had a great time - my staff are excellent at what they do for the people who need them.  I will miss being with them, but realize more and more that I want to get more hands on again for awhile and that is what Peace Corps can offer me, among many other things. 

This weekend I am doing three, two hour "pieces of peace corps" sessions, where I am selling various items from my life here in order to clear space physically and emotionally and raise a bit of money to care for my animals while I am gone.  It was a nice evening, because I invited only people I liked (duh) and they were generous in taking some of my treasures/random things and exchanging them for a bit of money.  Tomorrow and then Sunday I hope a few more people will come by and buy. Then, much of this will either be packed back up for me when I return, or send onward to a  local charity who can make use of it.

All this continues with the belief that I will find a new country. Meanwhile, I guess I get to sit and ponder the whole thing and the various events of this week and I realize that whatever happens, I will be, I AM, right where I need to be right now.  And that even though I have relatively little by American standards, I still have too much crap.  And some of it no one in their right mind will want.  I have already started to examine every item I purchase (that isn't food) and really ask, do I need this? How long will I need this?  Or do I just really want it and why?  I enjoy this exercie. Sadly, my boyfriend is my alter ego and has so much stuff and doesn't even know what he has but knows he needs every, single solitary, item. Even if he as 20 more exactly like it.  Ah dun't geht it!  Sigh.  that is a topic for another day.