Friday, January 28, 2005

Out of Order

This post fits the title in more ways than one.

I have been going through a lot of final preparations, forms, and reading for my assignment. I have gotten out books on Ukraine and tapes on Russian from the library. I have sent off for a new official passport separate from my personal one. I have been putting my financial affairs and obligations in order. And I have read a little book called, "On the Home Front: a Handbook for the Families of Volunteers."

It is an excellent little book and it explains a lot of psychological factors that are involved in any life-changing experience, but especially one abroad. The book tries to tell you that you can be prepared for some of the hardships ahead, but it won't make them any easier. I have the bittersweet knowledge of this truth from other experiences. And one of the greatest struggles is coming home. The book contains an excellent essay from which I would like to excerpt a few passages to help you all realize some of the feelings that unfortunately may have created a separation between us. The author speaks to the person that has just gone through the experience.


...Your self-esteem isn't helped, meanwhile, by the fact that no one seems especially interested in what you've been doing for the last two years. you have just gone through what may be the seminal experience of your life (certainly of your life to date), an experience which has transformed your view of the world and your own country - and changed you profoundly in the process - and yet your family and intimates somehow aren't bowled over. You have so much to explain, but alas, their capacity to absorb is not nearly matched by your need to recapitulate; they're filled up before you're even half empty. The typical Returned Peace Corps Volunteer is a catharsis waiting (not so patiently) to happen.

This dynamic only adds to the Returned Peace Corps Volunteer's growing crisis of identity. With no present role, your sense of self - and of self worth - are embodied in the sum of all the experiences you've had in the Peace Corps; you are what you have been through in the last two years. But if nobody wants to hear this, then how can they know how you've changed and who you've become? And if they don't know who you are, how can they value or even like you?

...These losses - of home, role, self confidence, and independence are at the core of readjustment and all but guarantee that more Returned Peace Corps Volunteers are not going to pick up where they left off. What's worse, the typical Volunteer suffers these losses alone, and largely in silence. For two years, throughout all the excitement and frustration of culture shock, pre-service training, settling in and beyond, we've been surrounded and supported by other Volunteers going through the same experience we were. Now, suddenly and precipitously, we're on our own. We have our family and friends about us, and they are sympathetic, but they don't really understand.

...Families have to learn not to take all this too personally. While returned Volunteers may not in truth be thrilled about being back in America, most are very happy to see their loved ones again.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

The adventure begins...finally

So, as some of you may know, the Peace Corps is an experience that I have always wanted to have. It seems like a logical step in the continuation of service; in using my skills from scouting; in being a world citizen; and in extending my personal growth.

But it has been quite a process. I started the application process in December of 2003. I met with several unforseen hindrances and some paperwork friction from my lack of a permanent address. I got my invitation (Peace Corps argot for FINAL acceptance) , the second week of January 2005. It changed everything.

Previously, I had been told by everyone, at every step of the way, universally, that I could not leave sooner than June (18 months from application to staging in a process that is notorious for taking 8 to 10 months), but when my invitation arrived, it was for February 27, and I was going to the Ukraine, a completely different continent, to work on a new (and completely different) project. But the project was a better fit for me so I accepted.

What happened was...with the bad economy and the movement of service, more people are applying for the Peace Corps than ever before, and with no increase in budget, the time it takes to find places for them all has increased. I was to teach English in Central Asia (where exactly that comprises, I am still unsure, and may never know now), not something that used all my experiences, but something in which I had had a good bit of experience. However, the program in the Ukraine is brand new. There are environmental and business advisors and educators, and English teachers in the Ukraine, but my program Youth Development is a new creation. Ukraine wanted a way to increase the skills of rural and economically depressed ares to the level of its urban centers. So Peace Corps wrote a program that teaches IT and computers, business and entrepeneurship, healthy living, and the environment to high school age students in both informal and formal ways. Again that is translated as the 25 volunteers that are about to embark on a twenty-seven month trip will write it, minus those that don't make it which can be as much as 7 out of 30. Ukraine liked the idea so much that they wanted to increase their original request for 15 volunteers to 25. Approval for this in DC took time and when they found the candidates that looked like the best fit, only 6 weeks to departure were left.

So here I am thinking I am done with all the paperwork finally, and I just have to wait until June, and WHAM. In a process that has been as slow as snails, I am rushing to finish yet another personal statement, and resume, and not to mention I have to apply for a new "no-fee" passport and visa in a addition to my personal one.

So I have finished with all that and I have read through most of the material, and I started thinking about keeping in touch. It seems like I should be able to post to this at least once in awhile, and I hate mass emails...
...so this is my invitation to all of you, if you want to follow my experiences in Ukraine.

Happy New Year.