and counting

Two nights ago I spent hours and hours trying to find a plane ticket, trudging through travel website after travel website like I was chopping through a marsh with a box cutter, looking for the ever elusive, speedy (less than 24 hours), cheap ticket to the States. Three days ago I found out I’ll be leaving a month early, July 15, for home.  Now that feels like a strange word. All this time I’ve been giving that word, ‘home’, to Texas, more and more tentatively as I have felt a change coming on.  After recent time visiting America, I started giving…

somebody, turn off that light at the end of the tunnel

I returned to my Armenian town just days ago. Last time I was here, the night brought quarter size snow flakes, and the morning was covered in it eight inches deep.  I flew southwest where I ate mounds of Mexican and Thai and Vietnamese food, relished in Americanness like drag shows, Just Dance, and Thursday night gatherings around “Parks & Rec”. Now I’m back in Armenia with just a few months before the end of my Peace Corps service, and I’m feeling some things. 1. I so much miss having a group, those friends you see every week for some…

togetherness

Best thing to happen in a long time: REUNION. One of the best people I know who I studied abroad with and lived with in college, one who now apparently runs marathons came to chug one out in DC. So, in a spectacular and unpredicted turn of events, we went and ate burritos and talked for hours while at least three sets of diners came and left around us. After a lots of catching up, we met up with another one of the best people I know who now studies at Georgetown. Look at the three of us, here in…

a european in flight

Not sick not sick not sick not sick not siiiiiiiiiick!   Urakh!  I’m so so glad that my tonsils and I are back on good terms.  They’re still holding on just a tiny bit to their grudge, but I think we’ve come to an understanding.  Yesterday’s headache, induced by a couple weeks of tense swallowing (is that a thing?), threatened to incapacitate me, but a solid nap complete with a dream about a real-life, Latin American Ghost Whisperer episode (complete with JLH!), is exactly what the doctor ordered.  That and some solid time with the soon-to-leave European, An. An, Kristine and…

another new year in armenia

On the last night of 2009 I was sitting with my best Peace Corps friend, Zoë, talking late into the evening about New Year’s resolutions.  We almost missed the New Year, and with moments to spare we ran outside with pots and pans to ring in the new year with a metallic clamor. This year I was invited by my friend and co-worker, Gayane, to spend the evening of the 31st with her family.  When I called to confirm the plans, I found out that they had already prepared a room for me to sleep in after we had toasted…