Dear Tori,

"Forget regret, or life is yours to miss." This quotation was and will be my personal motto whenever I'm down in the dumps and just want to sulk in the corner. And it works :) I'm glad I got out there and glad that things happened the way they did, even though it was more than just a skip, hop, and a jump away for me.

I went to nagosti over my counterpart's house last night. I love that woman and her family. We talked about more serious things, my problems that I have been going through, and my experience here in Peace Corps. She thinks that all the bad things that have happened here aka LIFE, is her fault and that she should have been there when this and this happened and whatnot. Very motherly of her, as she has been throughout the two years that I have been here. A simple and enlightening nagosti ended a week that started horribly.

I already know that this coming week will be emotional....Diana is leaving. It hurts my heart just typing that. But the time has come....after god knows how many train rides we've taken together in the past 2 years....embarrassing incident after embarrassing incident in Bregovo/Lom, you gurl have left a mark in the lonesome but not so lonesome, barren of volunteers, the place that we have called home....the Northwest. Mariana will forever remember you....she brags that she has had an Asian woman sleep in her bed. And this is a big deal. This journey is over....for now. One last sweaty horo, and not that slow boring one from the Rhodopes....the Northwest one, where you drink 4 glasses of rakia before you dance it. :)