Meet George...

I think it is about time that I introduce everyone to my boyfriend of almost 6 months: His name is George Harrison Burrows IV (fourth generation makes him distincly pre-Beatle) and he is from North Carolina. He's one of the 6 Marines guarding the US Embassy in Conakry… has been to Iraq twice… likes books, computers, basketball, Hickory Farms summer sausage, and Grey's Anatomy (I got him addicted). He patiently laughs at my inability to pack and make decisions, talks about his family almost as much as I talk about my Hen-retta crew, and my drivers and housekeepers who are downright grouchy with just about everyone love George. He's huge though so maybe they're scared not to like him. :) He's just too smiley and dorky to be scary though (in my humble opinion).

George is about to get sent to another Embassy somewhere else in the world and I have agreed to stay here with the IRC until August 31st. I have no idea what I'm going to do next. I'm just playing everything by ear these days, trying to learn some French, wait on the 7th Harry Potter, and evaluate my situation as it develops.

At this point, I know that this Thursday, I'm going to Accra, Ghana for a week or so to an IRC conference on Youth and Livelihoods... never been to Ghana and I'm dreaming that maybe this fancy looking conference hotel will have a hot shower with water pressure... (ahhh... dreaming..).