August turning into September brings: my new favourite story about sanitary pads and monkeys (and how I got to find a solution to that problem at the hangar), which is now surpassing that story where I started dating my best friend’s sister’s boyfriend (unbeknownst to either of us). A new flat that is coming together. A sunburn that reminds me of a great weekend, with new possibilities. A meeting at the mission that proves sometimes Christians aren’t as forgiving as we ought to be. And soon, I get to celebrate another year – here in Botswana and in life. Send presents.