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A Bucket is Not Just a Bucket

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Over the last few years, I have worked in a variety of humanitarian situations in extremely diverse locations; from the foothills of the Himalayas, to the marble-strewn islands of the Mediterranean, to the colorful landscape of East Africa. I have lived in capital cities, in small towns, and in the straight-up boonies. When working in emergency locations, sometimes you have to roll with the punches and embrace life sans electricity, running water, and access to other things that you might otherwise take for granted. Through my experiences I have picked up tricks of the trade and figured out coping mechanisms to make any situation feel like home. 

For example, my personal hard-drive is filled with all 7 seasons of the West Wing, a few silly rom-coms, and some stand-up comedy; I always tote a Kindle full of trashy romance novels; and I never leave