Something is off. I’m doing well in my Final Site. This is something else. Not the strangeness of the place, the people, or the food. This has to do with home. I know most people would simply call it homesickness. But that sounds to simple to me. This is more. To be honest…even if I Early Terminated right now and went back “home” to Colorado, I would have this feeling. It’s an intense detachment. I’m seeing all my connections fade. I should have know this was inevitable…but was there even a way to accept it before? I don’t believe so.
I don’t talk with friends back home very often. When i do, I either feel a pang in my stomach or can’t find much to talk about. The same, strange enough, is happening with my family. Our conversations feel shorter. Through no fault of anyone, all of the relationship’s I’ve built up for 23 years are fading. I guess that is what happens when you are an ocean and and continent away. It’s a pailful experience I didn’t notice it until my kinda-relationship back home was put on hold. This was also expected…but that doesn’t make it any easier.
I find myself relying on the support structure that I’ve built over the last ten weeks with other Peace Corps Volunteers. Given, it is a strong support system. I have no fear of going without advice and help. It’s the transition of going from my usual support system to something entirely different that is getting at me. I have these people who I regarded as immovable pillars in my life back home. To know that I can not rely on the pillars in strange…and awkward. I miss my friends. I miss my family. I miss my special someone. I will always love them. 24 months and counting…
A poem I wrote today: