The meaning of boredom

I recently completed my longest stretch in village: 12 ½ weeks. With school out and the entire village asleep for the 30 days of Ramadan, I discovered the true meaning of boredom. I certainly enjoyed relaxing and playing with my kiddos, but there are only so many hours a sane person can do that.

I’m proud to say that I only suffered one near-break down. Here’s what I did to survive in no particular order:

  • cleaned compulsively
  • watched Seasons 3-5 of The Wire
  • launched a war against the ants in my hut
  • wrote blog posts from the perspective of my dog
  • finished reading seven books
  • started reading more books
  • chatted with my village friends
  • visited my Peace Corps friends in their villages
  • held babies
  • drank tea
  • taught my dog how to spoon (he prefers to be the little)
  • completely re-organized all of my roughly 6,000 songs
  • made playlists for various scenarios such as going to the beach and doing laundry
  • watched Season 10 of Keeping Up With The Kardashians
  • read every magazine featuring Caitlyn Jenner that I could get my hands on
  • exercised a lot (and lost 7 pounds!)
  • played countless rounds of Crazy Eights also known as “cards” because it is the only card game Gambians know how to play
  • talked to my dog
  • talked to myself
  • made a detailed list of the food I will eat in the order I will eat it when I go back to America