Spent the last three weeks visiting family and friends in America. When I was trying to decide whether I was going to go, part of me really didn't want to. I questioned myself. What if the adjustment is too hard? What if I don't want to go back to Kyrgyzstan? What will it be like seeing my family? Is going home for 20 days enough time? Do I really want to go through another set of goodbyes? How do I even begin to explain living in Kyrgyzstan?
After being in NH for 2 weeks and a week in Tahoe, my last question is the one I struggled with the most. People ask, "how has the last year been?" and all I can say is, "it's a trip." They kind of look at me expecting more, and I look at them, trying to decided where I could possibly begin. The last year has provided me with the highest ups and the lowest downs of my life. How do you explain the bonds of PC volunteers created through getting so ill you shit your pants? Or smiling to yourself because you finally understand the quirks of a culture, or tasting the best watermelon of your life and accidentally eating the whole melon in one sitting, or realizing people are counting on you to help make their lives better, or that although local friends love you... you will always be American and you will never really belong.
It's just easier to tell them to look at the pictures on facebook.
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