21/1/2011

7:58am

I scrolled through the days on the calendar on my iPod last night. Even though I know it's only one less day than yesterday, I can't help it.

Mornings are always the hardest. Dreams of home are still fresh in my mind, and it's so easy to wish I was waking up somewhere else, with someone else, to do something other than paint giant murals all day.

I know volunteer work isn't always supposed to be fun, but it is definitely testing me in more ways than I thought possible.