PCNam Group 36 is officially at the one year mark. A year ago yesterday each one of us said goodbye
to loved ones, our homes, and a country of comfort and familiarity. For most of the group, but not all, tomorrow marks
the one year anniversary of our first day on the continent of Africa. I hate to use the phrase I think every
volunteer has used to describe their Peace Corps service, but there’s no other
way to say it… it really is hard to believe that a whole year has gone by. The year has flown by, but if I look at how much I've had the opportunity to do I wonder how I was able to fit it all in.
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Most of Group 36 just after arriving at JFK |
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Made it to Windhoek! |
Like it was yesterday, I remember having one last chat with
my dad on his porch in the dark at 4:00AM, the drive to the airport, the tears
that were shared saying goodbye just before I went through security. I remember my ride from the Philly airport to
the hotel for staging, meeting everyone for the first time, doing the skits and
activities in staging and going over our hopes and fears, having my last meal
in America at Chipotle, running to Target for last minute things (the watch I got
has treated me very well), cramming in as many last minute phone/skype calls as
I could, having a lovely conversation that lasted hours into the night with a
roommate I had just met that afternoon, taking a long hot shower not knowing if
I would have one for the next two years, riding the bus from Philly to JFK, waiting
for hours for the airport to officially open, watching movies on the plane (They
included Shawshank Redemption, The Hunger Games, and 21 Jump Street… How I remember that is beyond me!), arriving
and sitting around at the Jo’burg airport, getting off the plane in Nam, going
through immigrations, seeing my first warthog on our way to the training site,
and so on and so forth. I could probably
go on for pages and pages, but the one thing I’m the most happy about is that I
remember the people that I was with and got to know along the way during those first
couple days of uncertainty… Ethan was the first group 36er I met in the van
ride from the airport to the hotel, Chris was by me when we were handing in
papers and receiving our government issued passports, Elisabeth was my roommate
at staging, I went with Lindsay to Target, Janine sat with me on the bus from
Philly to JFK, Mariah and I hung out that morning until JFK officially opened,
I walked on the plane with Tim and Lindsey, sat with Amanda on the 15 hour flight,
apparently fell asleep in a really funny position on the plane from Jo’burg to
WHK next to Sam, roomed with Sachi and Daphne at Kukuri… Again I’m sure I could go on for pages and
pages. All of those moments, while they may
seem trivial to the reader back home, were the beginning of a seemingly long
journey that has ended up going faster than I was ever prepared for.
A good friend of mine pointed out the uniqueness of the
connections we have with fellow group members.
She commented on how the bonds we make during our time here are slightly
odd and uncharacteristic from those that we are used to back home. Here, strong relationships are made with
people you spend only two months of training with and then SMS the next three until
you can see them again because phone calls are simply too expensive. Through these friendships, at this point in
our service, I’m finding it very interesting to hear how different everyone’s
thoughts are on their experiences at site and in Namibia. Apparently it’s typical for a volunteer at
this stage to start critically assessing their professional and personal
accomplishments, or what many consider at this time in service, lack thereof. The assessments usually reflect on what one has
or hasn’t done, what one came in thinking they would do and how much of that
didn’t happen, how integrated one feels, and so much more.
When I go through these questions about my own time here I
feel inadequate. I’ve been here a year
and what do I have to show for it? What
have I done to help my community and specifically the local business owners? How much have I integrated? How much of the local language do I
know? Not nearly enough for my
standards, but my standards stem from an American upbringing. It’s important to remember that we are in a
different country even though we are now used to shopping at the local shop,
eating (and, for some, starting to cook) the local food, greeting with the
local greetings, etc. To hear my friends
go through questions like these with me and discuss what they are thinking
about for their future (in Namibia or at home) and what feelings and emotions
they are going through just makes the fact that, no site and no person is the
same, more and more apparent to me. I have
great respect for each volunteer I’ve gotten to know here because of the many
struggles they are having to go through.
Many of us struggle with missing events back home (like funerals, holidays,
birthdays, or weddings), feeling like we’re not doing enough, worrying that we
don’t have the appropriate expertise for what we are being asked to do, not
feeling that our work is sustainable, feeling like we are just filling a
position that doesn’t allow time for development work we are supposed to do, worrying
that due to culture we cannot change things that we want to change most (like corporal
punishment), or that we don’t have time to have the cultural exchanges that we’d
like to with local friends. Another struggle I didn’t originally give much
weight to is the thought of people going home.
When you hear that a fellow volunteer, who has now become one of your
closest friends, is being sent home due to a Med or Admin Sep (Medical or
Administrative Separation) or they are ETing (Early Terminating – when a PCV
decides to end their service early) or even just considering it, that can really
have an impact on you. Each volunteer is
affected by these things on varying levels.
Some experience all of them while some only experience a few, but none
the less we all go through struggles while serving and I find it nice to know
we’re not alone.
I am extremely privileged to have met so many dedicated,
kind natured, and caring people who feel so strongly about making a difference
in the world. Their friendship alone has
motivated me to want more for my community.
I came here thinking I could change a community, but that it would be ok if I really only affected one person. What I’ve learned in the last year is that that’s
not the case anymore. Understandably, some
people get discouraged by this point in their service because of so many failed
attempts at having sessions or working with individuals or increasing learner
marks, but I think those things and my friendships have only motivated me more. I want to make a sustainable difference. I’m not sure how I will do it, but I intend
to try my hardest during the last year of my service. I have grown to love my community. It is officially my home… I want to
contribute to it and that’s that.