I celebrated this July 4 without any sort of fireworks or barbeque. A day of independence it was. Life here is much more self-guided than anything else, which can be both a blessing and a curse. It means I have the time, often making motivation the limiting factor. It’s not to say that I live in complete solitude. The rebuilding of my local network is the tough part, because I previously relied on so many people for different kinds of support and social interaction.
The part of Peace Corps service most people don’t write home about is the periodic boredom. I remember a saying, “if you’re bored, you’re boring,” so I try to occupy my time with constructive, stimulating activities. There comes a point, though, when social interaction is the only thing we need. This is perhaps why the first few months of service are the time when most volunteers terminate and go home. For the record, 33 of our 40 volunteers remain in country. I’m not hinting that I’m going home, just pointing to the fact that this period of time is the hardest in the volunteer lifecycle.
This post turned out to depict a less than delightful scene, so I’ll end it with hope: to future, happier, in-country holidays with friends. To making new friends.