Livin my life

I went to my new village last week to check it out. I can’t say for sure that it was a fair realistic preview of my life for the next two years. I went to this village with only 6 weeks of language training and cultural knowledge. Needless to say, the particular weekend was very frightening. You can ask just about any current volunteer and they would probably say they had the same experience. I left from the north bus station in Chisinau, and took a 2 and a half hour bus ride north to the Floresti Raion. I got off in the town of Ghindesti, which I think means “you think.” There I met my partner and he took me the rest of the way to my town of Rosietici. I’m not gonna lie, it was a very beautiful town. If I were a betting man, I’d bet that I had one of the prettiest villages in Moldova. It’s situated right on top of the valley of the Raut River. I posted some pics on facebook, you should check it out. The scary thing about my town is there is no one hardly there my age, few people speak English, none of which I will be working with, and the village is small, about 500 people. The people are nice and so is my new host mom. I think while I was visiting the town though, I started to panic and worry if I had made a huge mistake by coming to the Peace Corps. I think what I thought the Peace Corps would eventually make me do, finally started happening. For the first time in my life, I knew I was going to have to completely rely on myself, and that is seriously a scary thing. When I came back to my training village, I didn’t know if I wanted to come home or not, and I honestly couldn’t think of a good reason why I should come home, especially if I wasn’t at least going to give volunteering a fair chance. I called my friend Amanda and was telling her about what I would be going through and she reminded me just to laugh at everything. If you have to take a shower outside for 2 years and the water is heated only by the sun, just laugh. If you are talking to someone in Romanian and you accidentally tell them not to pack a bitch instead of a knife, which I’ve done, just laugh. I’m gonna be laughing my head off for three months. I ought to know by now that nothing worth having ever comes easy. And, if I ever get scared, and there’s no one to hold my hand, I can just hold my own, I guess it’s better than nothing.