clunky

I’m here with minutes before work starts thinking about diving into all the details that this Monday holds. Details. So many of them. And my mind does not often seem equipped. You know, it’s hard to move to a new state. Very hard. New banks, new license plates, new cell phone service, new apartment, no furniture, no friends, no clue… about anything. Where is the nearest gas station? Where do I go to find toilet paper? Where did I leave my brain? I had to get photos done for a new passport. The receptionist, right before she snapped the photo,…

On the Oscars

You may or may not know that I’m a movie fiend.  I love to watch them, to talk about them, to read about them, to plan parties themed by them.  I also love to watch the Oscars, a love spurred on by my friend Lara who has actual videotapes of past years’ ceremonies which she occasionally rewatches for fun. This year I was lucky enough to be around streaming video and a speedy connection, thus I was able to see the Oscar Noms roll out. So, I have a lot of thoughts about them.  Please go check them out in…

i’m pretty sure that

-There are critters living with me.  I hear tiny toenail scrapes in the walls some nights.  There’s a poster in a plastic bag under the chair-that-is-my-bedstand.  Again last night I heard it crinkle.  I turned on the reading lamp, flipped over, slapped on my glasses and saw nothing.  I heard it again and imagined that Lady and the Tramp rat crawling much to close to my head.  I did the Ah-Hell-No jolt out of bed again to find nothing.  I decided to dim the reading light and watch. Yes, my reading light dims… I have mood lighting.  This, however, is…

a milestone, a foodtastic event, and fractious

MILESTONE:  I am no longer afraid of winter.  Before last week, I had visions of my Texas blood freezing in my veins, of my host family discovering my blue, icicle-covered body, of their efforts to pry me and my frozen kitten from my bed. But as you can see, the snow came, covered everything in white goodness, and I was prompted to say in just about every conversation, “Yerbek chem aprel kaghakum vortegh chat dzyun a galis.”  Because it’s true, I have never lived in a place where it snows a lot. This of course is heavily colored by the…

Քույրիկս և Ընկերներս

Other Peace Corps Volunteers are invaluable friends. There is no one else in the world who will know what it’s like here as well as your PCV friends will. The good ones provide a safe space to vent, miss home, commiserate, and let your American self hang out. When I’m with my PCV friends, I can talk about Obama, Battlestar Gallactica (never thought I would watch that… but necessity is the mother of you-will-watch-anything-when-desparate), and where to buy vanilla in Yerevan. I can complain about host mom quirks and all the stares. And I can dance like I dance, which…