Thursday, November 18, 2010

Opposites

Maybe New York wasn't the best place to go right after St. Kitts. It was overwhelming to say the least. I still had a great time with my amazing friends there (thank you Sameer, Fati, Zaynab, Inayat and Farah!) but it was just a lot to handle. New York is just as busy, fast paced, crazy, overwhelming and COLD as St. Kitts is slow, relaxed, laid-back and hot. There were too many choices, and everyone knows I don't do well with making decisions. I don't know how well I'm readjusting. And part of what makes it hard is that I didn't have the time to get ready for it. And also the fact that I'm not settling back to a particular lifestyle. I'm jumping around. And even though that's what I want because I'm not quite ready to start a settled calm life just yet, my head feels like a crowded train track collision waiting to happen. I'm sick of living out of a suitcase, but I'm not ready to hang up all my clothes just yet either.

 We got into the MOMA for free =)
The statue of liberty
Van Gogh at the MOMA!  
 New York skyline from the top of the rock
The UN building... the only way I will ever move back to the cold east coast


I'm in the DC/VA area until the end of the month, then I'm back in California November 30th, before heading out to Kuwait on December 9th. I'll stay there for a bit and then move on to Pakistan on the 20th to begin relief work with the Saba Trust Foundation: http://www.sabatrust.com/.

SK sweet

In my last month in St. Kitts, I was asked multiple times what my favorite memories were now that I was getting ready to leave. Here are some of the top things that came to mind, in no particular order:
  • J'ouvert!
  • Beach campout on Will's birthday
  • Marriott Adventure with Julie Ann and Alisa =)
  • Climbing Mt. Liamuiga
  • Climbing Nevis Peak
  • Falling on the way to the Bat Cave
  • My first Hash
  • The island tour with Royston
  • My first mango softserve at iQueens (and all the trips to that wonderful truck on the corner of Indepedence Square!)
  • Music Festival
  • Girls nights at Tashas
  • Granny's salt fish and johnny cakes
  • Trying to find Mari's on Market St.
  • Road side chicken with Kim, Geoff and Will
  • Sunsets at Anne's
  • Welcome BBQ at Cockleshell
  • Swimming with the folks from Ade's Place
  • Horse back riding in the rainforest
  • Snugar-diddles (baking with the Women of Purpose!)
  • Hiking up to the Caribelle Batik and over to David & Ingrids afterwards
  • The Riviere House
  • Julie Ann climbing my terrace and breaking into my house
  • Lost marathon's at Will's
  • De Valley Pub sessions 
  • Holding my breath with Patty on crazy bus rides  
  • Killing roaches at Julie Ann's house in Nevis
  • Thanksgiving and trying to get my stolen phone back  
  • Shaniqua (my little neighbor) running to hug me when I came back from vacation
  • Dominoes at Ship-wreck
  • Bird Rock Beach with David, Ingrid, Patty, Anne and George

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Official RPCV

The Peace Corps experience doesn’t end after 2 years. Once you’ve been in the Peace Corps, you are connected forever to volunteers who share similar experiences. In my opinion, and yes I'm biased, the Peace Corps has an even stronger alumni connection than that of schools like USC (no offense).

So after having accepted an Interrupted Service and then taking the medical separation, I decided to go back. After spending about a month in St. Kitts trying to get whatever closure was possible, and closing up/handing off projects to the best of my ability, and basically trying to shorten my SK bucket list and spend time with my friends, I don't think I will ever be over it. I will never stop missing St. Kitts. I will always cherish my memories and times and friends there. And I will always consider it a life changing experience. And even in hindsight of not completing 2 years, I would go through it all over again.








A couple of things made me change my mind about thinking of myself as a failure, as not having 'completed service'. When a fellow volunteer that had just completed 2 years of service told me that I would always be a fellow RPCV in his eyes, and was no less of a volunteer and had made just as much of an impact. And then when a PC staff member told me how she went through a similar experience of being medically separated before completing 2 years, but ended up going to work for the Peace Corps instead. I knew she had been a volunteer, but never knew that she hadn't finished the full 2 years. And she considered herself just as much of a RPCV as anyone else. Well then why shouldn't I? I didn't choose to leave or give up. I gave it my all and even fought to return. I'm a RPCV on all counts, and shouldn't feel like any less.






The most important part of being successful at anything is loving what you do. And it’s important not to let anyone else define your horizons. You’re going to find what it is you want to do and who you want to be, and the last question you ought to ask is, “Is this what I should because of my gender, race, national origin or disability, etc.?” Don’t let anybody ask that question, and don’t ask it yourself.

The next step of my adventure is to go do relief work for the flood victims in Pakistan. I applied for a PCRV (Peace Corps Response Volunteer) position, however that isn't working out. But that doesn't has to keep me from helping out. I don't have to go through the Peace Corps, as much as I love the institution. Perhaps I'll end up getting a job with them later on, but right now, I still want to work on international aid. And I remember thinking, when the flood occured, if it weren't for the Peace Corps, I would love to be able to go help my people out. So that's exactly what I'm going to try and do. So I may not be blogging about my PC experience anymore, but I will still be sharing my experience in relief work, iA.

Thank you to all my friends that made this past month absolutely amazing, or making me feel loved and missed, and like I made a difference. I love and miss you all, but I refuse to say goodbye =)