March 2012
11 posts
PST is an incredibly busy time. I dont even have time to daydream during language class, my favorite past time during school. Sometimes I feel like I’m back in middle school; I wake up at 6:30, eat breakfast (sometimes yogurt, or preserves, or eggs and bread, etc), walk ten minutes to school with the other kids, and wait for the bell to ring for class. My class is a cool cement closet space that...
Yesterday, after quite a bit of traveling, we arrived in Tirana and took a two-hour bus to Elbasan. It’s so beautiful here. I’ve got Albanian phone, my leke, and it’s already starting to feel like home. Of course, I’m still in a hotel awaiting the move to my host family on Sunday. Tonight, my biggest task is to stop saying “I am America.” Une jam nga Americka,...
This morning I woke up, after nine hours of sleep (desperately needed), to the reality that I’m officially in the Peace Corps (albeit as a trainee). Yesterday was rough. Saying goodbye to family was by far the hardest of the events and I’m pretty sure it was the first time in my life I felt physically ill from nerves. Despite resistance from me and my heavy bags I made it to DC and...
In times like this I revert to the mentality of a two year old. I absolutely do not want to leave home. And anything you say or do will not change my mind.
But eventually my mind overrides itself (a very strange concept) and I leave with the initial fervor I possessed upon applying for the Peace Corps.
OMG Ihaveonedayleft. As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, those are the only words I could create. I could care less about daylight savings, it lost me an hour of this busiest of days. My room looks like no packing has been completed, copious amounts of laundry must be done, paperwork must be signed, sealed, delivered, emergency Albanian must be learned written down, hugs must be given, and...
