I’ve been thinking about all those who may be reading this and realize I haven’t done a good job at keeping in touch on the adjustments to life back in the states. I keep thinking and appreciating how drastically our lives have the potential to change in such a short period of time. So, I wanted to take a moment and share a few with you.
I some times long to speak Runyorro with someone else (even though I hardly spoke it in country!). Some phrases just instantly come out of me. Like….manange! (those people) or, tugende (we go). I still cluck my tongue and smack my hands for effect. But, I’m getting better about not mmmnnnn ing so much. The disturbing thing is when ever I am talking with someone of a different accent, say Indian, I go into my Uganglish speak. The first time I noticed it... I really couldn’t stop my self. The more I concentrated on speaking normally, the worse my Uganglish got.
The first time I felt the comforts of the developed world was on my layover in Amsterdam. I just got off the plane and saw a water fountain for the first time, again. I thought, “Could it be? Is it really possible that that water is safe and available to the public for free?”. I walked over to it. Just stood there for a moment. Admired its shiny clean metal surface and smooth round spout. I leaned over and felt the cool refreshing water run against my lips. I must have stood there for five minuets filling my body with this safe, refrigerated free water. I walked away with a soothing feeling that everything in the world would alright.
It took me at least two weeks to recover from the mysterious sickness. The ease of services available to PCVs is drastically different to the ease of services once you return to the states. If I were seriously sicker than I was, the system would not have worked for me. The paper work is a hassle and a deterrent for doctors who don’t know how the billing works for the HMO Peace Corps uses. I had a heck of a time just finding a doctor who accepts the after care health plan. And, once again Peace Corps Medical in DC was not user friendly. I often wished I could just call up Peace Corps Uganda Nurses and have them take care of it all! In the end, no treatment or further diagnosis was given. Maybe it was the comforts of home and all those long distance prayers that healed me.
Most of my family didn’t know what the heck to do with me when I got back. Some people were even concerned that I contacted HIV while in Uganda and that was why I was sick. I, like most Americans, knew very little about HIV before doing Peace Corps. Now, I was giving a very comfortable, tried and true ‘4 fluids’ speech to my family and friends…. just as I did for the many, many people I encountered in Uganda. The misconnections and stigma surrounding HIV are here in America too.
Reverse culture shock was not an issue. I was sick for so long in Uganda. All I could think about was all the comforts and life style I was missing. So once I got back, I wanted to be here. Leaving bush Alaska for the first time was definitely harder than my reentry from Uganda. It’s all a mater of perspective and the awareness of place.
Changes I’ve made since the last time in America:
1. I do not own a TV
I’ve moved into a small apartment in an old Victorian home and use my laptop to watch movies and listen to a lot of radio.
2. I have a cell phone
Uganda was my first cell phone experience. Now, it’s more a matter of finances. It’s cheaper than a land line. I’m teaching people about the concept of ‘flashing’. And, I so miss text messaging. It’s such a simple, condensed and indirect way of communicating. No one here text messages.
3. I bought a car that gets 42+ miles per gallon
1998 Chevy Metro baby! I live in a small downtown area, so I walk or bike almost everywhere. But those times I visit others are no longer filled with the guilt of how much gas I am using. The only catch is… I have to learn how to drive stick. Live, learn and grow.
4. Self employed and lov’n it
My soul deserves this. It’s the best decision I’ve made. Ever! It hasn’t been easy. My mind and the Flint town culture often tells me I should get a ‘real job’. But, at the end of the day I remain true to the commitment I’ve made to myself and business keeps growing. And, most importantly… I feel good.
5. Back in academia….online
Taking eight credits this semester at Metropolitan State University via all online courses. I am the very first person to be enrolled in their pilot program for a Peace Corps baccalaureate degree.
6. Interracial dating
Never thought I’d be dating outside my race. But after all the highs and lows in Peace Corps and the lasting affects; thus, values that stay with you, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. The things we want are where we least expect them and are presented in packages beyond our imagination. For those of you who are extra curious…. our photo is below.
That’s about all for now. I hope this finds each of you well. Miss my friends in Uganda and am sorry I have not been very good at keeping in touch. I think of you often and smile.
Please let me know how you are doing too.