The Speckled Record

Two years ago I was drifting in the neighbors’ pool. Texas was crisping under 60+ days of 100+ sun. I was still feeling the shock of leaving Armenia, and I was nurturing my emotional whiplash with early morning gym time and all-afternoon floats. I had just been interviewed for an exciting job opportunity in Minneapolis, but that dream seemed as fuzzy as the one where I lived for two years in a tiny Armenian town. I haven’t written for two years. Partly I haven’t written because my departure from Armenia overwhelmed me. Partly I haven’t written because now, after taking…

first saturday morning

My first Saturday morning in Minneapolis. One full week at the American Refugee Committee under my belt. This included reengaging American work culture (Microsoft Outlook is frightening and in general I feel like Lucy with her chocolates conveyor belt), getting to know a lot of new friends, enjoying Somali food for the first time, starting to learn my fourth language (Hdg ban ah’hai! I am a star!), and learning that my new workplace is one that matches my soul. My imagination is running wild with plans for my new apartment (moving in a week from Monday!), plans to make even…