Thursday, March 30, 2006

follow the yellow-brick road

This is the beginning of the end; the beginning of the road home. There is a little more than two months left until I leave the wonderful world of Kazakhstan for America. This week all of the 15th group of Kazakhstan volunteers have been gathered together to reminisce and contemplate the miriad of problems that will face us as we spiral downward towards our close of service and re-enter a world that probably won't understand us, or what we've been through. We also get to have our blood taken, stool catalogued, and testicles probed. At the least, the conference has been a good excuse to party with the people who have been our friends and family for the last two years.


Part of my re-entry procedure includes going to graduate school in the Fall. The past half year has been replete with papers and emails and headaches to get it all squared away - and not just for me, but for my power-of-attorney-empowered dad (thanks dad). Last night I had an interview over the phone with two people in the Residence Life department of the University of Maryland for a graduate assistant position. I feel that it went well, but in any case I should hear back from them next week sometime.


So my readjustment to the US will be exascerbated by graduate work, a 20-hour-a-week job, tutoring, Russian language, and finding an apartment, let alone trying to relate to my family and friends that I haven't seen for a couple years, and having them realize that I've changed, but they aren't sure how. Although I'm glad to go home, the biggest thing that I worry about is that I won't be able to (quickly) readjust to the fast-paced, consumerist, set-the-bar-too-high society. In which case I may have to click my heels together whispering into the wind, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." Hoping that it will take me to the place of best fit.

3 Comments:

At 4/18/2006 06:44:00 PM, Blogger bekah said...

Can you see that I am making up for lost time in not posting? I am a bad, bad, sister. But I do love my Dan, and I can't wait until you get home. I want to hear of your adventures, the stories of change and time in your little corner of the world that you have to tell in the upcoming months.

And not in a bombarding way as we tend to do when one of us has left this little corner of the world to travel and experience and now comes back to the hum-drum meager existence of the ones left behind...no, but in the way it comes about in the every day things. Sometimes over a cup of coffee or tea, sometimes when enjoying a sport or game or walk, those "this reminds me of..." ways that slowly leak out over time. Like a drip in a faucet, moisture slowly gathering and accumulating until it is ready to let go and fall, your stories might brew over time until they are refined enough to tell.

Ah well, I'm rambling, and not very well either.

 
At 4/21/2006 03:01:00 AM, Blogger KazAch said...

On the contrary, I would be happy to answer any questions that anyone has, with the stipulation that I may not know the answers myself. I think I won't realize fully how I've changed for a while, and that's what I talk about not fitting in, because my family and friends will not realize how I've changed either, and may take it for granted.

 
At 5/01/2006 07:56:00 PM, Blogger bekah said...

I don't think I will take it for granted, Dan. It is the experiences in life that mold us and make us the people we become. Some of those experiences are good, some bad...but either way, it helps us to know ourselves more fully and know what we are truly made of. This last year in my life has been the same kind of life changing year, and I realize that I have a fairly strong foundation of faith in my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He is my source in everything, and he truly is a faithful and loving father. I don't think I would know this in the way I do without the experiences I have had.

So, no, not take for granted... perhaps more like appreciate and enjoy discovering the how's and why's of what and who you have become.

 

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