4 days ago I started feeling an ache in my mouth. So I went to the dentist on Friday morning and received some unfortunate news. I essentially had 3 options: take a bunch of painkillers with me for the duration of my trip, risk an overseas operation, or just get my wisdom teeth out that day. That day, I chose to pull 2 of my wisdom teeth. It’s been a full 1 day since.
Surprisingly, it’s been alright so far. And even if it isn’t, I’m leaving the country soon for the greatest adventure ever. In other words, about the numbness in my jaw… (Zero f***s given).
I used to feel sorry for the little old lady who lived in a shoe. First of all, she lived in a smelly shoe. It was probably quite smelly since it had to be a used shoe. I mean, how could she afford a new one when she had so many children that she didn’t know what to do?
But now I realize that she was a very happy woman. I know this because that’s exactly how I feel, as the little girl crammed in the EWB house with 24 roommates.
It’s been half a week since I met up with my counterparts for pre-departure training and I feel like I love every one of them already. I’ve learned that the dreamy eyed look past JFs have when reminiscing about their pre-dep is not a misguided memory. It’s the truth.
Privacy is an impossibility in a house of 25. No room or floorspace is left unoccupied every night. I live, breathe, sleep, and experience every moment of every day with these people. But it’s okay because my privacy is traded for something better and stronger: camaraderie.
And they inspire me to be a better version of myself.