Momentum. It came out of nowhere.
The pace was slow my first six months, awkward and somewhat arduous. There were too many things to remember, names and prices and rules and schedules. I could anticipate nothing but that eventually I’d get the swing of things.
Now I can say I’ve been in my village for a year and I’ve become accustomed to the daily grind. The weird dreams and wild fruits. The good teasing vs. the bad teasing (there is no such thing, its all peace only). Knowing how time works and being ok with how illogical and unnatural it can seem. Inconveniences are the norm. And when things go smooth, I ride that road with my arms up in absolute gratitude. Or more like, I stick my head out of the bus and savor the moment before the car breaks down – at least there weren’t any goats on the top, trickling pee down onto my seat.
I flipped my agenda back a week and looked at what happened. I had a visitor? Wow, that felt like…months ago! So much has happened since then, seriously. Josie a week ago was very different than Josie today. Josie also speaks in third person now.
The lack of internet and connection to the outside world makes me feel more present in the one I’m living in. Granted my mind wanders into the future more than I’d like, it’s like I’m retraining my brain how to just live with what is physically around me. The awareness is sometimes overwhelming because I have nothing to distract my thoughts away from the reality. The highs and the lows can go off the charts, multiple times in a day, and I have nothing to escape into but my mind and my family.
It is beautiful thing this Peace Corps experience. I like how I’m changing. Granted we all change, regardless if you move to a different neighborhood or a different country. I just like that I’m changing here, with these people. Which makes me wonder, maybe I’m the one needing more developing than they are…