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Don't thank me for my service...

Words of Note

I first wrote this piece before I had even left the US. It was crazy to me at the time that when I was out shopping for travel shoes or a sturdy bag and people asked where I was going, it was immediately followed by «wow, that’s so brave, I could never do that», or «they’re so lucky to have you», or «thank you for your service». 1 500 ord igjen

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Plane vs bus...

Today a friend mentioned that after living and traveling around Tanzania, no transportation in the US or on a plane will ever feel cramped again. That’s not exactly a profound idea or statement, but it momentarily threw me for a loop until I had time to consider why this evening. 752 ord igjen

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My Parachichi Mama/Goddess... and shopping in TZ

Back in the states, I had to go to 4 or 5 different shops for just a few items if I wanted to get the best price… Trader Joe’s for my mother’s excessively expensive organic milk, Fred Meyers for fresh fruit and veggies, Safeway for pastas and flour, and Winco for the bulk section. 1 954 ord igjen

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Minding my P's & Q's... I mean Peas.

Peas. I’m talking the vegetable. In the US peas come frozen. You take them out of the bag and add them to food you are cooking or you stick them in the microwave with a little bit of water and heat them up. 1 346 ord igjen

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A day in the life of a Trainee - Post PST

I write this about 4 months after swearing in, so it’s definitely possible that I have forgotten some details of the trials and tribulations of PST. 1 053 ord igjen

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PST: Female problems

I wrote this post during PST, but somehow never really got around to publishing it, but since there’s a new class in PST in Tanga right now, I thought it might be a good time for it. 667 ord igjen

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Cosmos

I wake up almost every night around 2 am. This is Amani’s internal-clock designated night-time pee ritual, and as he starts trying to eat my nose and hair if I do not waken, it’s not exactly optional. 850 ord igjen

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