Showing posts with label good-byes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good-byes. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Goodbye, Moldova


Dear Moldova,

I don’t even know where to begin. I sit here in the PC lounge only a couple hours away from leaving what has been the past two years of my life, and I still can’t think of how to say goodbye.

Goodbyes have been going on for over a month now. Every time I leave someone, I think about how this might be the last time I see them, making this month very difficult. And how do you say goodbye to two years of your life?

When I came here, I thought I was an adult. I thought I had everything together. I had my master’s degree and I knew my professional goals. I thought I had an understanding my beliefs and ways of life. But Moldova, you challenge every part of me. You challenged my beliefs, my goals, my practices, my thoughts, and the list goes on.

Never before in my life have I had such an impactful and life-changing event. These past two years have been life-forming, and as an adult, I never thought I would have such an impactful time again. But my daily life and thoughts will forever be different because of you.

But my personal growth isn’t the only thing I walk away with. I walk away with some of the most meaningful and powerful relationships in my life. The bonds I formed with my teachers, host mom, community members, and fellow volunteers are indescribable. And many of these people have no idea how much they changed me.

And where do I begin with the memories? I look back at some of my most difficult moments, and it’s hard to believe how much I made through. But I’ve had some of the most incredible successes that still make me smile at just the thought of them.

So Moldova, thank you. I know I came here with the idea that I was going to change the world, but the truth is that you changed me. And I will forever remember the impression and be changed by the small Eastern Europe country that most Americans don’t even know exists. And as I leave to start the next chapter in my life, know that you will always have a place in my heart.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Alone Upstairs

Camilla is leaving tomorrow, so tonight we celebrated with a goodbye masă. Parascovia invited several women who work with Camilla. Parascovia prepared lots of foods and Roman barbequed some chicken. Parascovia asked me if I knew how to make margaritas, and I told her I did. So she asked me to make it. But the only thing that was the same about these margaritas is that I used margarita mix. It was made with vodka, lemons, sugar, and mix. Not exactly the same creature that I’m used to, but it got the job done. Plus, I was happy to have something besides Cognac for a change. We ate, we celebrated, we ate, we talked, we ate, we played billiards, we ate. It was a really good send-off for Camilla.

I will miss her. She was much better at Romanian than I, and she knew some English. So she was able to help me out of a couple jams every once in a while. And it’s nice to have someone else in the house around my age. Plus it was much easier to tell Roman “no more drinking” when we were together. I guess I’ll have to stand up to him alone now.



Monday, June 6, 2011

Mom, I Misread My Email...It's Not Moldova, It's Montana!!

Well, I'm leaving for staging tomorrow morning. My plane is scheduled for 9:30 am, destination Philly. The nerves are really starting to hit, but it's the good kind. The I'm-excited-to-start-this-new-chapter-in-my-life kind of nerves. There are some I-can't-believe-this-is-actually-happening nerves in there too.

It's been quite a long month. Saying good-byes for over a month can be a little depressing. Every time I left someone, I had to say good-bye as if it were the last time I would see him/her for 2 years. And even though I took a month off of work to get all my good-byes in and prepare to leave, the time passed by way too quickly. I've been kind of frantic in getting everything done, this weekend in particular. When I was double checking behind everything, I realized that I had misread one of my emails, and Daniel made fun of me (the title of this post). Don't worry, the Peace Corps isn't sending me to Montana.

For those who didn't know, I celebrated my 25th birthday last Sunday. One of my reactions to this was, "Goodness, I'm a quarter of a century old!" But as I reflected on my life this week, I realized how lucky I am, and how much I have to be thankful for. And I can't imagine a better way to start the next quarter of my life than by serving in the Peace Corps. It's going to be one exciting adventure. Lots of ups. Lots of downs. And a whole lot of in-betweens. But it will be so worth it. So let the adventure begin!