Dear Lindsay,
Greece is the most sexually active country?? I mean, I get it. The people here are hella attractive, and every time I see a hot guy with a hot girl, I think, “Yeah. You deserve each other. I’ll go find me a pasty skinny man.” It also explains why my brief forays into the world of Tindr was just a bunch of shirtless men without any kind of profile description as if that were acceptable!! Maybe it’s dumb that I want more than shirtless pictures, but I cannot participate in this “most sexually active country” nonsense without a committed relationship based on communication backing it up.
I learned other things from your list, but clearly the sex fact is where my brain got stuck.
You did not give me an assignment this week, so I will just talk at you! I’m feeling a lot of feelings lately, and I wish you were around so I could externally process them with you. The fundraising stuff is obviously stressful. And on top of that I’m realizing that this “relaxing August” schedule we have is the exact OPPOSITE of relaxing for me. I thrive under routine and productivity, so weeks of cooking and movies and hanging out at shopping centers is NOT fun for me. But I think our participants really enjoyed it, and well, it’s for them, yeah?
Haha, but seriously, the one day we went shopping with them, A kept finding me sitting on benches and would say, “We’re trying things on! Come look!!” and I would drag myself (physically and emotionally) to say things like, “That looks great!” or “I liked the green one better,” when inside I was screaming, “I hate shopping! Can’t we just go back to the office and discuss the emotional ramifications of trying to control people with fear?” BUT everybody recharges in their own way!
How are you doing? Is Peoria beautiful? A team of English speakers was at the office yesterday to help us clean and rearrange furniture, and I longingly described to them the beauty of Midwestern blue skies/green grass/yellow corn. AND OH MY GOSH you’re going to be having hoodie weather soon!!! I wore a sweatshirt the other day out of just…protest. It was miserable, and I failed to change Greek weather by sheer force of will, but oh well.
By the time you come here, I THINK it will be sweater weather! Oh God, please, I hope so.
* 59 DAYS *
Love,
Tricia
