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[Work is killing me softly, with its lack of song]
It's been getting harder and harder to manage daily life knowing all the changes that are coming. This is the first time in years that I have looked forward with such zeal to Christmas—I've got the spirit! Only now it's not the "spirit" of all the gift giving and getting and/or food making and eating, it's the spirit Doc was talking about when the Grinch’s heart grew 10 sizes. Seriously, the percentage of mushy, heartfelt thoughts to regular Alicia thoughts has greatly increased of late. I'm worried that by the time I'm supposed to be on the plane to Africa I will have already * poof * ed into a rainbow and floated away.
But, of course, my feelings of impatience and complete aggravation with the slowness of the clock at work have tempered those feelings. I've been stealing moments here and there to surf Zambia blogs, and another volunteer just sent me a Bemba guide he found so we all could start thinking about learning the language.
Nikwisa kuli icimbusu? = Where is the toilet?
The most important thing to learn in any country to begin with, I'd say.
[Seriously. Even this only took 10 minutes]
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