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Dear Aunt Rose,

I always liked you. Ok, maybe that's way too strong a statement. I never minded your visits as much as my sisters did and do.
     I've always seen you as a fact I have to deal with and cursing you seems futile. Your visits are always short and never come at unexpected times. You arrive and leave with little pomp and circumstance and I always appreciated that. So thank you.
     However, now that I am in Ethiopia, your visits are starting to become cumbersome. I would appreciate if you could just take a vacation, a little breather. Go to some tropical island and sip on a bloody Mary. You'll love it, I promise. It's just your style.

Thanks a bunch,
Julia

A Peace Corps Baby

Dear friends and family,

I have been in Ethiopia for a little over nine months now and I've come to realize something, Peace Corps is a lot like being pregnant. (As I've gathered from listening to other people tell me what it's like to be pregnant.)

In Peace Corps there is a lot of vomiting. Weird foreign agents grow inside one's intestines and really mess with one's pee and poop schedule. (You never know when it's going to blow.)

I myself, have craved food I never liked before and have eaten the weirdest combinations of things.

I'm sleeping a lot and my back and feet ache constantly.

It's strange, full of bouts of explainable depression, and you find yourself counting down the days until this horror will end.

Despite all this, it feels rewarding, beautiful and you find pride in the miracle you are a part of.

The only difference is that, instead of being pregnant for only nine months I'm 'pregnant' for 27 (18 more to go guys) and what I'm gestating is not a whiny mini-me that poops a lot. It's a fully grown new-me (that quite frankly poops a lot.) We just have to wait a little longer to see what exactly this new iteration will be.

Love, Julia

The Spider Chronicles, A Spider Victory

As my war rages with the arachnids I have always stayed ahead. I have, at times, been impressed by their tenacity and creative endeavors to claim my home as their territory but, as the superior opponent I have earned victory in all our encounters. But all goliaths will fall. Last night's battle proved a victory for the enemy.

            They waited months for my guard to go down and then attacked as I was cleaning up my modest meal of the evening. It scurried fast, sticky legs hugging the wall as it raced along the slightly uneven surface. I let out a startled cry and swiftly backed away from my counter. Suds and water dripped from my fingers as I braced myself for a fight. It must have scouted the perfect location for this attack. It positioned itself by my food so I couldn't use my bug spray for the risk of poisoning my rations and it was safe behind large, bulky water buckets so I couldn't get a good angle with a shoe. I decided I had to try anyway.

            Yet the spider countered every move I made. I took one step towards my shoes, it scurried a little closer. I took another step and it scurried closer. I lunged for my shoes and it dropped out of sight. I let out another shriek. At this second shriek I heard the cries of my anxious neighbors. I beat a retreat from my home. The spiders had won.

            I was saddened and ashamed at my loss. It was a dark night.

            The spider was not victorious for long. Reinforcements soon came and evicted the disgusting creature in only a matter of minutes. Zed forced the spider from under the table with a volley of bug spray and quickly smashed it with a shoe, sweeping it out of sight and into a rain ditch. My ally was strong and fearless when coming to my aid. I thank him and send this blog as a tribute to his strength.

The spider from the first installment of this saga was twice as big.