Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Living Among Boxes

Remember when building a fort was fun? When covering your floor with boxes and draping a sheet over it stressed your parents out because every time they walked they banged their foot on a box or had to strategically move around your so-called "fortress" just so they wouldn't knock it down. You seriously couldn't figure out why they were so annoyed. Well....I get it! I know what you wondering, "Did it seriously take me 25 years to figure out why?" Give me a minute to explain this epiphany. I promise you will be in tears when I am done. Well not in tears, but you're interested now, right? OK so here it goes...

The weekend before thanksgiving was our "lets go through our stuff" weekend, where we packed boxes among boxes of things we would store, sell, or just plain throw away. We had so many piles of these three categories I swear I felt like I was training to join the circus with all the acrobatic movements I was doing to get around our tiny little condo. But it wasn't the piles of boxes that annoyed me or the fact that I think I might have stubbed my toes at least 12 times, it was the realization that boxes meant both the end and the beginning of a stage in life. After taking down the last frames off the walls, tears starting streaming down my face. I thought to myself, "Why in the world do I care so much about these belongings?" More than half of them were stored in a drawer or closet somewhere, and to be really honest, I have already forgotten half the stuff we have recently stored.

So why was I so sad? Well I was sad because I realized I won't get to look at my awesome possessions every day. Nope that's not it! I mean I know I have awesome stuff, but I really didn't care if my walls were bare. Maybe it's because I bought all these possessions with my hard-earned money. Nope, that still wasn't it. Then it hit me like a pile of bricks (or in this case like a pile of boxes) and I realized I wasn't actually sad, I was annoyed. I was annoyed because I am leaving every comfort I know and enjoy, and the thought of that is terrifying and also (I hate to admit it) extremely shallow. I was angry at myself for being so sad that I was boxing and selling my possessions. Seriously why do I need three hand-painted gator plates that I use only during tailgating season and then they just sit on top of my fridge collecting dust the rest of the year? Are my friends really that fancy that they need hand-painted plates to eat off of? Well I can assure you I am not that fancy, and well come to think of it, neither are my friends. That's why we are friends :)

By no means am I trying to sound enlightened. I know it's going to suck not having a blow dryer or my awesome Tempurpedic pillow while in Guyana, and I can guarantee when I come back I will be yearning for these things I once boxed up. The point is that it is really hard to let go of physical things, even though we all know money doesn't buy happiness.

But now I think I understand why my parents were annoyed at my fortress building, well at least I think I do. Other than it really is annoying to have to live among boxes and stub your toes over and over again; whether you are moving in with someone for the first time, moving down the street, to another state or country you lose a bit of your treasured comfort, and that's hard to swallow. I am still dealing with this loss and will probably deal with it for awhile, especially after the first time I have to hand-wash my own clothes...Oh jeez what am I getting myself into. But I really am happy that I get to challenge myself in a way I never imagined.

Anyway the weekend was difficult, but nothing a good meal and martini and some light-hearted conversation with "Nate the Great" doesn't make better.

Till next time.

Friday, November 19, 2010

And So It Begins...

On February 15, 2011 Nate & I will be leaving for Guyana, which is located in South America, and will be spending 27 months serving as Peace Corps volunteers in the areas of health and education. We thought it would be a good idea to document our experiences for those who want to follow us on our travels, those who are considering applying for the Peace Corps and those that get accepted and are in desperate need of finding information about the country they will soon be traveling to, if it wasn't for others blogs I don't think I would have ever been able to finalize a packing list, which I will share later.

I am thrilled to be writing my first-ever blog post. Can you believe in my 25 yrs of life I have never had a blog to document the incredibleness that is me! ~(can you sense the sarcasm) I tried to convince Nate to let me name our blog the "Incredible adventures of Ilana in Guyana (with Nate)," but for some reason he wasn't too keen on that idea. Instead, we decided to name it "It's Always Sunny in Guyana," yes just like the show, except we only have 2 people in our gang as opposed to the 5 in the show. Which means, we are still auditioning for three other parts for anyone who wants to disrupt their life and move to Guyana with us. Come on...you know you wanna ;)

OK, so the real reason for this post is to give you some information about our soon to be new home and jobs. I am sure you are wondering where is Guyana? Well, I am glad you asked. On the right-hand side of this post is a map that shows you the location of Guyana. Guyana is a tropical country on the northern shoulder of South America. It is bordered by Venezuela, Brazil, Suriname, and the Atlantic Ocean and has a population of approximately 760,000, largely confined to a narrow coastal strip. It is the combined size of Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Jersey, and New York. Guyana is the poorest country in South America, and is mainly composed of people of African and East Indian descent, and people of Portuguese, Chinese, Amerindian, and mixed descent. Luckily, the language they speak is English, however they speak an English-based Creole and in some parts of the country they speak a Portuguese-based Creole due to their close proximity to Brazil.

So...what are we doing, exactly? Well, we don't know for sure, but the Peace Corps has given us some good ideas and direction of what our main responsibilities will be. As a “Community Health Educator,” I will be working alongside locally trained community health workers to help provide basic health education in rural and/or urban communities, public health services, and assist government health care workers and NGO’s to design, develop, and implement a program response to the HIV/AIDS situation in Guyana. Guyana has the highest HIV rate in the western hemisphere, second only to Haiti.

Nate will be working as a “Community Education Promoter” and his primary goals will be to improve the skills of school-aged populations in reading, literacy and life skills, train teachers in creative approaches and strengthen community alliances through parent-teacher collaborations. Pretty much the same thing he does now in Alachua County. So that worked out nicely. As you can see from our descriptions these are very broad goals and will encompass a variety of tasks that will more than likely change on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis.

Now that we have an idea of what we will be doing and when we will be leaving, we are working on trying to get all of our "ducks in row" (a.k.a. sell all of our stuff) before we begin the next two months of spending time with family and friends. So if you want to see us, here is our timeline. We are in Gainesville until the glorious day of Dec. 19th, my BD, and then will be traveling to Melbourne Fl, to spend a week with Nate's parents. On Dec. 27th we fly to Puerto Rico where we will stay with my parents until we leave for our "staging event," on Feb. 15th. Flights to Puerto Rico are cheap and you have a place to stay if you come. So book now!

Well, I hope you have enjoyed my first-ever post. I cannot express how excited I am to be starting the experience of a life-time with Nate by my side (he's pretty cool). I am scared and really nervous, but I think that's normal.

This weekend we will begin our packing extravaganza and try to consolidate our lives in 8 boxes and 4 suitcases....

Till next time.