Patience grasshopper, patience.

It's like a dog who hasn't seen his owners in 7 months and is anxiously waiting for their return. He hears the gravel crunch beneath tires. Without even looking out the window, he knows this is what he's been waiting for. So exited! He dashes around the house. Every corner of the house is in danger of his wild tail. Not knowing what to do with himself and finally stops at the front door. It's when they start to turn the door handle that he just can't contain his excitement any longer....And pees.

Yup that's the only way I can describe how it feels knowing your Peace Corps invitation is in the mail. It's going to tell me when and where I'm going to spend the next 2 years of my life. I have to admit I have my preferences, but I've been preparing myself to accept anything that comes my way. I can't wait to dig into every archive and talk to every native I can to learn more about the country. But until then I'm wagging my tail in front of the mailbox waiting for that package with the Peace Corps emblem on the front.