It's strange to me now to speculate about this language, this culture, land, and people when in a few months I will become intimately acquainted with it. I'm reading through other Botswana PCV's blogs to see how I'm supposed to be feeling right now, but none of them have quite captured the weirdness of the feeling. A close analogy I can think of is of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, when everything is still black and white, and she's living her very peaceful life in Kansas with little Toto, unaware that her whole world is about to be go up in a whirl of cackling witches and cows-- except, I am very very aware that my world is about to be rocked. I just don't know exactly how, though I'm pretty sure there will be cows involved.
As Andre Gide says in this quote I found when I googled "Adventure Quotes" (yes, I did):
"Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore"
D-Date: April 7th, 2010, Peace Corps Botswana