I’m on my way to being back in America. I've been here for two months and I have had my share of returning culture shocks. Sometimes I notice the speed of American life. I feel like a mini-car on the DC beltway dodging congestion and racing forward. People seem driven. Every day demands more and more. As they say, Americans are highly productive.
I think about my Peace Corps buds and hanging out at the local café or making pizza for the gang (mine is the best!). I yearn for phone calls from Ukrainian friends who have practiced these English phrases so that they can give me a proper invite to a family dinner or a picnic in the forest and a swim in the river. I miss the simple pleasures of everyday life and the people who made them so enjoyable.
|Peace Corps friends: Rose and Jeramie|
|My desk and reading area.|
|Growing tomatoes and basil on my patio|
It’s a calm green spot surrounded by trees and plantings. It's my private oasis in the midst of the hectic city. I’ve made a little water fountain with two large pots. It’s so soothing. I turn it on and stare into the mesmerizing spouting and gurgling of water.