To where you might ask? To Georgia, green and warm and bursting with grapes (I hope). Summer this time, which means I can finally visit the Black Sea and maybe take a mountain trek or two. Make sure no one screws up my project. Ah hem, sorry, make sure the ministry’s project stays on track. Here’s an optimistic portrayal of said project written by yours truly if you want to read about it in more detail. I’ll be back in Georgia for another three months again, yes, through Peace Corps Response.
So why am I going back? God, I don’t know. Because they asked. A moment of weakness. Because I wasn’t so sure any of the jobs I was applying for would work out and I didn’t want to spend the summer feeling sorry for myself. Because I wanted to keep traveling. Because I wanted to torture my mother by never, ever coming to get my crazy cat, Nico. Because the writing rejection is much easier to take if I’m also doing something fun and useful. Because I liked Georgia and would like to see the project get funded and move forward. Because I need to prepare for the coming reality of the one job I have gotten—in the bucolic land of the Afghanis—and I figure Georgia’s minor civil unrest might be a nice stepping point.
Yes, seems that Afghanistan job sort of panned out after all although I am now awaiting a security clearance. Everyone keeps asking if I’m really going to go to Afghanistan and I point out that the clearance takes anywhere from three months to three years, so a lot will depend on that. And, yes, the idea is a little scary but in the end I figure it’s kind of like my view of meat: If you’re going to eat meat you should be capable of visiting a factory farm or slitting a cute little sheep’s throat. (I’d like to point out that I can’t do either of those). So if I’m American then I should be willing to see the reality of what’s happening over there. Maybe help in rebuilding the country.
But in the meantime, back to Georgia with only one regret—I’ll be missing my Peace Corps Suriname reunion this summer in northern California. I am sad about that.