15 days...

a big deal..so I had to write about it. I absolutely cannot wait to see all of you when I get home, in 15 days. Did I mention only 15 days? Know what that is? 2 weeks and 1 measly day. And for me, that day is pretty much over, so lets just trim the fat and say 2 weeks. The weather is even cooperating with me, it is all snowy and Christmassy outside! Good stuff. Today, I gathered all of the gifts and assorted things that I absolutely needed to bring home. I thought it would be too soon to go further and actually start packing. Oh boy..15 days.

Thankfully, I am still teaching the teachers at the Art School English 2 or 3 times a week, plus I have my Armenian lessons 4 times a week..so I am not going to crazy yet. I think I am going to start my last knitting project tonight. I am branching out and making a hat. We will see how that goes down.

While I am counting down the days, my host mum is wanting the days to drag. Her son, Samson, will be turning 18 on December 15th. Then, on December 24th..he is heading into the Army for 2 years. She is not very happy about it. Following tradition, on the 15th we will be hosting an absolutely gigantic party. We volunteers refer to such parties as 'army parties' and they are notorious for being huge and lots of fun. My host mum has already started cooking food, and is slowly accumulating food in quantities that I could have never imagined. I have already been told that I will have all the work I ever wanted the day before and day of the party. It is going to be a good time.

On Monday (the day before the party) I am going into Yerevan for some last minute Christmas shopping and to have my stupid cavity filled. I am hoping that it will be all set the next day because my host mum bakes a fantastic cake, and I don't want to miss out on it.

Well...I am cold, and my cord wont stretch any closer to the heater..so just remember 15 DAYS!! mhmm!

miss you and love you!