How I fell in love with the PCV Mission

That was where it turned from a “I want this for me” to a “I need to do this for others” feeling. And that’s when I knew it was something I not only wanted to do, or could handle, but I needed to do it to give back to the world. I needed to use my skills and body and vigor to provide a service to others who needed it. I needed to learn how to give to others, to give myself and everything I am to other people, to help them. … More How I fell in love with the PCV Mission

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My Little Slice of Peace

I usually try not to gush too much in person because I don’t want to be annoying or sound like a broken record or obsessed dog-mom. But this is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it, and what I want to do is be disgustingly sentimental right now. So here we go… … More My Little Slice of Peace

It’s No Good Having A Support System if You Don’t Use It…

So to anyone who is similarly bad at confiding in people when they need some support… lets work on this together. Admitting we are sad and lonely isn’t a crime. Accepting that we might need a little help now and again is okay. We are all human, and part of that means that we generally need a community around us. We can’t do everything on our own, and that’s normal. We don’t have to go around telling everyone our woes, but lets try and at least reach out to one person so we aren’t so alone.  … More It’s No Good Having A Support System if You Don’t Use It…

Coming Home to Africa

I am a South African-American and damn proud of it. Living in Tanzania is helping settle a lot of my prior resentment and confusion about where my home truly is. So much makes sense to me about my own childhood now. So much is explained about my mannerisms and communication style. My mothers fashion style is finally given some kind of basis and rationale. My longing to see African sunsets and feel at home – not like a parasitic tourist – is finally being fulfilled. In a way, I feel home here too, more “home” than I have in years. I sadly don’t live side by side with lions – that would have been asking too much apparently – but I’m in the same country as ones that roam freely over the actual real-life Serengeti. … More Coming Home to Africa

The PC Rumour Mill

I’ve heard from so many of our Resource PCVs during PST how my class was so cohesive and good at getting along without backstabbing each other. Apparently other recent classes had some shidas with that. But my class seemed to avoid such things during training for the most part, with my unfortunate experience as an exception. But while we were doing such a great job of getting along I feel like we weren’t always that open and honest with each other. We were so focused on just getting through PST I often feel like I didn’t really get to know anyone during PST. Of course I started getting overwhelmed at the end and started keeping my distance and going off to read and listen to music for some much-needed relaxation and peace in amongst the stress of PST. But there’s still a large part of me that feels like I’m surrounded by strangers that I don’t know and who don’t know me. … More The PC Rumour Mill

We All Have An Achilles Heel…

We all have our own struggles… Some new volunteers might find it excruciatingly difficult to live without the modern conveniences that we all have come to rely on growing up in the modernized western world. And that’s completely understandable. Others might struggle with the isolation from friends and family… and again that’s such a normal reaction when you uproot your life entirely and end up living somewhere completely new and under such strange circumstance. And some – like me – might be partially terrified by the concept of what they have to accomplish now that we’re here. … More We All Have An Achilles Heel…

The Trials and Tribulations of Installation (+puppy)

Installation is not fun. Or at least it wasn’t for me. Maybe it was my overall exhaustion with having to keep up a pretense of enthusiasm for being around people. Maybe it was the confusion of wandering around town trying to find specific things that I passed 20 minutes ago, but had since vanished off the face of the earth now that I wanted to purchase them. Or maybe it was Amani. Yes, I made the fairly foolhardy decision to get a puppy during PST and bring him with me to site. Would I do it over again knowing what I know now? I’m not sure. I’m feeling pessimistic about the experience right now because it’s 2:30am and I just stepped in a puddle of pee hidden under my mkeka mat in my bedroom that was definitely not started tonight. So I’m annoyed and frustrated and tired and a little overwhelmed. People can look at me and judge me for my lack of sanity in the moment I decided to buy him in Morogoro and take him to Njombe, but if they say one nasty thing about him I will turn like a snake and sink my fangs in. … More The Trials and Tribulations of Installation (+puppy)

Tailors & Seamstresses

I feel so sorry that most people in the developed world will never know what it’s like. It’s so strange that such a useful art as sewing has faded away from being a normal skill to become only a professional occupation in the U.S. It saddens me that most people in the western world will never be able to experience designing and choosing their own clothes in this way. It’s so much fun and so exciting, and then you have so much respect for those that made them because you can better understand the work and skill that goes into it. … More Tailors & Seamstresses