1) I celebrated my 30th birthday here (that pic is from my 31st, but duplicate the face just a year younger and it's the same-same). I mean, that's a big deal! And what a time it was. My first birthday EVER away from family and familiarity, but boy, has it been worth it. And to say goodbye to 30 and hello to 31 is something I definitely never saw myself doing still livin' here, and my mom and dad would agree, but I can't imagine my life any other way. I'm legit #blessed.
2) 30 is the current number of days I have remaining with my P4 students. Ugh, these nighttime allergies are making my eyes water. Their last day of school is March 11. I've been fortunate enough to be co-teaching with the most amazing Thai mothers I could've asked for, and the 3 fourth grade classes I'm teaching continue to surprise me every day. I've definitely seen a change in them in the past nine months (especially when it comes to them being silly, surprisingly enough), and it's something l will always look back on with a smile on my face. The fact that I can have conversations with them that go beyond the basic name/age/favorite food and have them understand and joke with me are why I00% love it here. The classroom atmosphere is strange at times, yes, but I'm gonna randomly think of some of these kids in 6 years and tear up because these turkeys have wriggled their way into my heart (no, I'm not tearing up now, how dare you!). Here's my hooligans. I hear them saying something like,"Teachaaa, ORANGE you going to miss us?!?" or something equally cheesy.
3) 30 is both the day I leave here and the day I'll land back in America (March 30- time zones are weird). I'll be staying in Portland with Kaley-baby and Dad for a little over a week before heading down south, y'all. I'm going to be at my moms for a bit, so def hit me up via Internet, hoptown/nashville/Louisville/Clarkville peoples. I'll be going to stay with Broseph in Lexington at some point in April as well. My old phone number retired a year ago, so don't blow that up cause I'm not sure who you'd get on the other end and I don't want some random person being woken up by calls or texts for me and/or Wilma and therefore hating me.
And see, even HE appreciates my culture and hometown as he partakes of the traditional Kentucky meal of KFC. Agh, I need to go to bed. I'm going to dream of my future Instagram account called 'Package Eating' as to fend off anymore melancholy feelings. π