My Peace Corps journey so far can be summed up in
numbers. It seems like everything I do
has to do with numbers in one way or another.
The number of…
Days I have left
Days I have been here
Vacation days I have left
Days until the half way point
Ounces of water I drank
Pills I have to take
Pills I have left
Mosquito bites I have today
PCV’s in the area
PCV’s dropping by my house
Books I have read
Movies I have watched
Forks, plates, and cups I really
need
Times I have been catcalled today
Times I have been asked if I’m
from New York
Times I have been proposed to
Times I peed without using toilet
paper
Times I had a mosquito borne
illness
Days I really work in the week
People can they fit in this
minibus
Days it rained in a row
Times I crave McDonalds
Times I poop in a day, week, month
Students I see outside of work
Students who know my name and I
don’t know there’s
Teachers that came to work today
Holes in my clothes
Hours this blackout will last
Times I have been asked if I’m
married
Times I have been asked if I have
kids
Whatsapp message I received while
not on wifi or data
Bags I think I can carry from the
store to my house
Random numbers that have called or
whatsapped me
Inches of water in my house
Volunteers are in the Peace Corps
lounge
Times I have been mistaken for
other volunteers
Friends I have in the community
