I'm preparing for bed so that I can awaken for my final shift at Brentwood. I'm in good spirits. Talked to the DON last night and experienced a sense of closure with the whole baby's mama drama that was bubbling inside. My final feeling with which I departed was that sometime's it better to not say anything at all, especially when all that you're thinking of saying is a bit less than positive.
Fear not, young Jedis, friends, and followers... there are many more comprehensive and descriptive blogs to come... along with a litany of pictures from the finals nights at the B-wood.
Will be closing my eyes with warm fuzzies... an email arrived from Malawi. The PCV is alive and well.
I miss him.
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