Two years can seem like an eternity. Or rather, two years is a long time for someone only a quarter of a century old. Two years is imperceptible and can seem especially slow moving given the abrupt change of pace, the change of settings, the unfamiliarity and being so far away from the familiar.
Even months or a year in, two years is incalculable in many ways. Only until the Peace Corps COS (close of service) conference three months before your departure date, where all the volunteers from your promotion gather around and get the low-down on the readjustment process, does it slowly start to sink in that your time is coming to a close. Your friends are all organizing their plans, trips around the continent or rushing home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. And slowly, people start leaving.
Back at site, people are equally starting to get sad. Inevitably, people have gotten used to the big tall gringo or the weird looking mozungu walking around and can’t really understand why you want to leave. What’s wrong with our town? It’s nice, peaceful. You’ll have a good life here!