One beautiful evening, my sister and I are out in the backyard weeding the cucumbers. As we weave between the rows, she suddenly turns to me and says:
“Jessica, what don’t you like?”
Her English is a little shaky, so I take my time replying. “What do you mean? Like food…or…people..?”
“Well, I don’t really like bugs, especially bees. I don’t like eating fat. I don’t like it when people are mean.” I answer, wondering where this line of questioning is coming from.
“Oh.” she answers, “I don’t like China.”
…but today I was at long last invited by Ye Olde Peace Corps’s to join them in a twenty-seven month Mongolian Engagement.
This means that this blog is about to get Real Differn’t Real Soon.
Now begins the Last Days of America for me.
The Next Two Months: