Today is the 1-year anniversary of my arrival in Cambodia. A year ago today, I couldn't speak a word of Khmer, had never drunk juice straight from a coconut, had never taught the concept of "would rather...than..." to a Cambodian high school student, had never ridden a bike in an ankle-length skirt. It's amazing how much can change in a year.
This means that my scheduled date of return to the United States is 14 months away. I'm hoping to stay to finish the next school year, though, so I might be closer to 17 months away from daily access to French fries.
I suppose an anniversary calls for some reflection on where one has been and where one is going, but I'm feeling kinda sweaty and rather unreflective. We had a small out-of-season rain today, and it made me fall back in love with this country. That is all the reflection I can muster. I promise, I'll try to do more soon.
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