I feel like I’m kind of bipolar those days. Maybe it will pass, or I will never let anthropology behind me, and be sick of it every last day of my life.
Now, I know that I’m going to have a surgery for my right wrist. They say it’s a broken ligament or a dislodged meniscus, which is kind of strange because it’s usually caused by an accident, not the job you’re doing. Anyway, I’m pretty sure right now that i will not be able to excavate again one day. I’m going to miss that, actually I already miss that. I’m completely lost, I can’t choose my future. So I want to share with you the little monster that I didn’t finish because of this injury. Cute, right? :) 1-4 year old.