NOTE: This is the fourteenth post of fifteen in a series of published blogs written and distributed during the Clean Hands Project.
It’s difficult to write anything definitive about this country on a postcard. It’s beautiful, but terribly polluted; it’s friendly, but distrustful; the food’s delicious, but repetitive. I’ve had a life take shape here, and made some amazing friends, but I leave all that in six days, after almost three months of building it. I wonder what parts of this life I will take back with me to DC. I wonder how I will remember this years from now.