Soon

Jason flies over in 18 days. That's pretty unbelievable, 18 days. He was originally flying out to help me get my cats home but due to extenuating circumstances, the cats will be shipped early. So now, Jason is flying out to help get me home. And truthfully, I'll need the help. It's going to be really hard for me to leave.

I love Ukraine, and Bar, and living here. My experience has been amazing and remarkable, this last year in particular. And the truth is, though I'm ready to go back to America, I'm also really apprehensive. More apprehensive I'd say, than I was about coming to Ukraine.

Two years ago, when I was getting ready to join the Peace Corps, I had no idea what I was getting myself into; but I at least knew where I was going. The scariest thing about leaving here is that I don't know, specifically and concretely, what will be. I hate not knowing.

I worry about readjusting to life in America because I haven't just volunteered in Bar, I've lived in Bar. I have friends. I have family. I have Roma. I have so much to be thankful for and it's going to be really sad to leave it