So if you want to send me a loving letter or an awesome care-package in the next 3 months, mail it to:
Elizabeth Coomber, PCT
Corps de la Paix
B.P. 85
Bamako, Mali
West Africa
To send a letter all you need is a 98 cent stamp (they sell them at the Post Office) and then you'll be able to mail it right from your house. To send a package you'll have to go to the Post Office to have it weighed and to fill out a form.
Can't wait to get mail!! And I especially can't wait to respond!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Night before it all begins
Forewarning: this entry is gonna sound pretty jumbled because my mind is all over the place right now.
So I'm sitting here in my room in utter disbelief that I just have a few hours left here. How did it get to be my last night in Florida so quickly??? I honestly don't know where the time went! I do however know that I've just had an amazing two months since graduation. I got to go to Gainesville (3 times), St. Augustine, Daytona Beach, Orlando (for Disney and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter), West Palm Beach and Miami. I loved all the time I got to spend with some of my best friends in the entire world!
Anyway, I am currently sitting on the floor of my bedroom trying to download a million things to my ipod as well as watch the last few episodes of Dexter from season 4. I have all of my bags completely packed and ready to go, but even with that and with all of the things I've been doing to get ready to leave, none of this seems real. I feel like it's just another regular summer and in just a couple months I will be back at UF with all of my friends. I constantly have to remind myself that I graduated and that all of that is over now. It's really very sad. The saddest part of it all though is that I will be leaving my family. This past Saturday I had to say goodbye to my 10 year old brother Kevin because he was leaving for Boy Scout camp. Saying goodbye to him was sooo hard. he acted very nonchalant about the whole thing, but I know that he is really going to miss me, either that or he doesn't understand what me leaving for 2 years really means. As we waited for his bus to leave, I spent the whole time fighting back tears. The thing that got me the most was that my Dad kept saying "my baby's going to Africa." It was so hard to not be emotional and to hold it all back, I just don't want to be seen as weak. So since Saturday I have just been doing very relaxing and fun things to take my mind off of leaving like going to Chipotle with my mom, enjoying my last Subway sandwich, and doing a lot of shopping. Packing took me like 3 days because of the 80lb weight limit which was almost impossible to not go over. Somehow I was able to do it with one of my bags being like 32lbs and the other being 41lbs. I'm really worried that something is gonna go wrong at the airport, like my scale at home being wrong and my bags actually being way over weight. I really don't want to have to pay any extra fees.
Today, in particular though, was fairly easy breezy because I spent most of the day cleaning my room and downloading movies and TV shows. I also got to go out for a last supper sort of thing with my mom and brother, Vandi, to a place called Sweet Tomatoes. It wasn't until after dinner that panic stuck me. I realized that I had no cash and only $100 in my bank account, and that this was not gonna be good enough for my trip to Mali (I just needed emergency money in case something were to happen). I also knew that Wachovia only accepted check deposits until 8pm and it was like 7:40. I got my mom to write me a check for a couple hundred, and we just barely made it to Wachovia in time. Then when I go home the panic continued because I wasn't (and I still am not) done with all the downloading and uploading I wanted to do. Also I hadn't finished all my Peace Corps paperwork and I still have yet to do the Bambara (the language I will be learning) exercises. I'm pretty much still in Panic mode, but watching Dexter and straightening my hair has calmed me down quite a bit. The scariest part about all of this is that I know that come 7:00 am I will have to say goodbye to my parents and I won't get to see them for a very long time. Anyway I'm gonna get back to Dexter now.
So I'm sitting here in my room in utter disbelief that I just have a few hours left here. How did it get to be my last night in Florida so quickly??? I honestly don't know where the time went! I do however know that I've just had an amazing two months since graduation. I got to go to Gainesville (3 times), St. Augustine, Daytona Beach, Orlando (for Disney and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter), West Palm Beach and Miami. I loved all the time I got to spend with some of my best friends in the entire world!
Anyway, I am currently sitting on the floor of my bedroom trying to download a million things to my ipod as well as watch the last few episodes of Dexter from season 4. I have all of my bags completely packed and ready to go, but even with that and with all of the things I've been doing to get ready to leave, none of this seems real. I feel like it's just another regular summer and in just a couple months I will be back at UF with all of my friends. I constantly have to remind myself that I graduated and that all of that is over now. It's really very sad. The saddest part of it all though is that I will be leaving my family. This past Saturday I had to say goodbye to my 10 year old brother Kevin because he was leaving for Boy Scout camp. Saying goodbye to him was sooo hard. he acted very nonchalant about the whole thing, but I know that he is really going to miss me, either that or he doesn't understand what me leaving for 2 years really means. As we waited for his bus to leave, I spent the whole time fighting back tears. The thing that got me the most was that my Dad kept saying "my baby's going to Africa." It was so hard to not be emotional and to hold it all back, I just don't want to be seen as weak. So since Saturday I have just been doing very relaxing and fun things to take my mind off of leaving like going to Chipotle with my mom, enjoying my last Subway sandwich, and doing a lot of shopping. Packing took me like 3 days because of the 80lb weight limit which was almost impossible to not go over. Somehow I was able to do it with one of my bags being like 32lbs and the other being 41lbs. I'm really worried that something is gonna go wrong at the airport, like my scale at home being wrong and my bags actually being way over weight. I really don't want to have to pay any extra fees.
Today, in particular though, was fairly easy breezy because I spent most of the day cleaning my room and downloading movies and TV shows. I also got to go out for a last supper sort of thing with my mom and brother, Vandi, to a place called Sweet Tomatoes. It wasn't until after dinner that panic stuck me. I realized that I had no cash and only $100 in my bank account, and that this was not gonna be good enough for my trip to Mali (I just needed emergency money in case something were to happen). I also knew that Wachovia only accepted check deposits until 8pm and it was like 7:40. I got my mom to write me a check for a couple hundred, and we just barely made it to Wachovia in time. Then when I go home the panic continued because I wasn't (and I still am not) done with all the downloading and uploading I wanted to do. Also I hadn't finished all my Peace Corps paperwork and I still have yet to do the Bambara (the language I will be learning) exercises. I'm pretty much still in Panic mode, but watching Dexter and straightening my hair has calmed me down quite a bit. The scariest part about all of this is that I know that come 7:00 am I will have to say goodbye to my parents and I won't get to see them for a very long time. Anyway I'm gonna get back to Dexter now.
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