I left America on March 17th, 2019, and returned on March 17th, 2020, and I am determined to write a happy story even though I am heartbroken, because I have had so much. I want to tell you about Ovsanna, and Mariam, and Susik, and Diana, and the time Anushavan asked me if they had dounuts … More Peace Corps Armenia: Evacuation
This is going to be a bit of a mess. Hang tight. I was in the middle of writing a different version of this blog post, one with the words “everything is normal here”, when suddenly things stopped being quite so normal. Several things happed sort of at once. Armenia reported three more cases of … More Peace Corps Armenia: the bees came back, and we’re waiting
Full disclosure: I didn’t think I would struggle this winter. My summer was so mind-bendingly hot that I couldn’t conceptualize the cold. All of the things that Peace Corps said would be hard about the winter I didn’t think applied to me, because it’s not as cold as it could be at my site, because … More Peace Corps Armenia: Things I thought I knew
I left Armenia for the first time in nine months. In my head, that didn’t really seem like that long of a time, but people’s lives can change a lot in nine months. I didn’t even realize mine had. I went to Berlin to meet Hannah, my friend who is studying there now. I met … More Peace Corps Armenia: Berlin, Dresden, and Home
There’s snow on the mountains now, but still none in the valley. If it’s clear, the icy blue peaks of Mount Ararat look yellow and rosy in the morning light, like a watercolor. Everything is a little softer at that cold winter angle. Mostly though, it’s cloudy and damp, with the smell of wood smoke … More Peace Corps Armenia: Already Winter
Ani’s* eyes lit up when she saw me sitting alone in the back of the bus. I grinned back at her. She left her mom at the last open seat in the front, and I scooted to make room for her on the plastic blue seat. “Hello Miss Med,” she said softly. “Hi Ani,” I … More Peace Corps Armenia: how should I say?
Gold light spills through my window every night around 5:30 pm, and the fig tree turns all deep blue and green and orange around the edge. I’ll go for a run, or talk on the phone, or lesson plan, or write, like I am doing now. I’ll make a cup of tea with lemon in … More Peace Corps Armenia: Like it is