And so it goes on...

Only two months to go and this whole wierd and wonderful experience will be over. I can feel already that I will be really emotional when the time comes to leave. Many things about life here are really hard, the cultural differences, never being sure what kind of hassle you will get when you go out or if you can trust people, the cold, the lack of normal food, the stress of seeing such shocking things at work. But having said that I have never had a job that I love as much as this one and have never felt that what i do in my working day is as important as I do now and it hard to believe you can get so attatched to a group of people in 4 months as I feel to the patients in the hospital.
I found out yesterday that we wont be getting any new volunteers out here till march which means its going to be just me and Jen for the next month. Having worked with it being "just the two of us" (its our song Jenny) for a months already i know that is going to be hard and maybe that will make me think more longingly about going back to normality, at the moment it seems like a very odd and slightly unsettling idea.