I think we probably all saw this coming, but I’ve got myself a ticket back to Central Asia. This time around, I’ll be in Kyrgyzstan, one country over from Tajikistan, and immersing myself further in the ways of the Silk Road. I’ll be working as a Health Extension Volunteer in the Peace Corps (although I can’t officially call myself a Volunteer until July), and as of yet I have no idea where I will be placed, or even which language I will be trained in. I could be placed in the rural mountains, where feet of snow fall on yurts cast wide across the steppes, or I might be in a regional city, where marshrutkas abound and there might even be a movie theater. I might be in a regional capital with other expats. It’s hard to know now, but what I do know is that it will be one of the hardest but most rewarding things that I will ever do with my life.