I have found myself saying this statement in my head many times in the last few days. 

This time next year I won’t need to dance in my kitchen to keep warm while cooking. 

This time next year I will not be forced to walk outside (in the cold) to use the bathroom. 

This time next year I won’t be here to help organize a summer camp.  (sad)

This time next year I will not need to plan 4 hours in advance to take a bucket bath (oh and I won’t be taking a bucket bath). 

This line of thought, though, always leads me to wonder where I will be this time next year. As of now I have tons of ideas, but nothing definite.  Somehow though, the ambiguity of my life this time next year doesn’t bother me, it strengthens my resolve to finish my service and hopefully do a few things I set out to do along the way.

Now I am off to take a bucket bath in the hamam I started heating four hours ago and did a hand washed load of laundry in two hours ago. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Jessica