Hello. In case you've forgotten, my name's Renee, and I am a terrible blogger. But I have excuses, honest. First it was the lack of electricity at my new site: how was I to charge my computer? Then it was the generator’s erratic power supply: who knew that it could melt the plastic of a surge protector and fry my power cord? And now? Let’s chalk it up to my general homelessness and present nomadic existence.

Three weeks ago I left my new home and workplace, with nothing but the pack on my back, for a one night stint in Kampala to take care of some Peace Corps business and find a semi-reliable computer repair shop. Luckily I’m a smart packer, having brought enough clothes to suit my ever-changing mood, toiletries and all of my electronics, as one night quickly (slowly?) turned into twenty-one. And at least ten more to go... I’ve faced a handful of challenges at my site that snowballed out of a pair of lock-lacking doors. If only it had stopped there...

I’ll remain intentionally vague on the situation because I’m hoping to put it all behind me; water under the bridge. Peace Corps has been working hard with me and my organization to right a few wrongs and clear the air of any misunderstandings, and I am actually eager to return, provided that things are stacked in my favor. The gauge? My organization has been given an ultimatum: spend the time, energy and money to fix Renee’s doors and windows (the least of my problems, really) and we’ll take that to mean that you’ve heard our demand for transformation and are willing to work things out. If not, your shiny new Peace Corps volunteer will be moved to an identical-looking village with a new organization a few districts over.

Forgive me if this comes across as cynical, cynicism's honestly not my intention. I want to return to my site. The work and majority of the people in my organization are legitimately wonderful; two things that a Peace Corps volunteer can thank their lucky stars to have. My village is beautiful. It sits at a crossroads. Route 1 takes you to a big market and ultimately on to Kampala. Route 2 takes you to a tea plantation that rests on more acres than my vision can endure. Just when you think the tea must surely roll to the top of one last hill, you find that it proceeds into the valley on the other side. The paths that meander throughout haphazardly are ideal for my Kampala-marathon-2010-intent feet, and the way the tea is cared for by hundreds of farmers instead of a handful of machines is curiously idyllic. Route 3 takes you to a small pond, removed from the road and furnished with a few planks of wood nailed to surrounding trees as benches perfect for wasting away hours with a book. Route 4 takes you far down into the swampland where papyrus thrives but not much else; people are a rarity for once in this overpopulated country.

But what really makes me so eager to return is the overwhelming, and ever-increasing, sentiment that homelessness sucks. I’ve hopped from one hotel to the next, facing no vacancy, hiked rates that put a room beyond my meager Peace Corps stipend, and list of hotel rules that includes “no woman is to accompany a man without providing proof of marriage, in form of a marriage certificate.” I’ve been shuffled from one volunteer’s site to another’s, sleeping on couches and floors. I've barely been able to run and cooking for myself is not an option. Aside from all of this, it’s been an amazing experience and I’ve learned so much: about this amazing country, its people, my fellow Peace Corps volunteers and the wonderful work their doing, and about myself. Currently, I’m sitting in the living room of an older volunteer in a town 15 minutes from the boarder of Kenya, having just taken advantage of her fridge/freezer combo with a dish of ice cream. For the first half of the week I resided in Gulu, the “Disneyland of the North.” After a stint in Kampala this weekend, I’ll trek West, towards Congo, the Rwenzori Mountains and Murchison Falls National Park. If nothing else, I’ve encountered some pretty interesting things in the past three weeks, some of which will be selectively relayed to you in my follow-up blog, coming soon! Ah how I miss movies previews…