Well, folks, this is a day I really didn’t think would ever come. Due to some ongoing medical concerns and a few other considerations, I have had to make the incredibly difficult and somewhat sad decision to return home to America.
Note: Pictures to come!
Last week in Kinyarwanda class, we learned to talk about our families. This was an extensive and sometimes confusing lesson; the words used to describe an older sibling of the same gender are different from that of a younger, both of which are not the same word used for a sibling of the opposite gender. Does that make sense? Because I’m still trying to figure it out and get the words straight.
Last week, I was saddened to learn about a free Dave Matthews concert taking place in Denver. A few weeks earlier, it was a Don Diablo set at Echostage. This coming weekend, I will be missing out on a dear friend’s wedding that I am heartbroken that I can’t attend.
One of the most exciting events of Peace Corps training took place this week – the announcement of my cohorts’ sites for the next two years! We put on a sorting hat (yes, you read that right), sat in front of the rest of our new friends and teachers, and waited to hear exactly where we will be working and living.
Today I learned how to cut cabbage. Except I thought I already knew how to cut cabbage. In fact, I’ve done it many times. But today I sat through an extensive lesson from my host mother and younger host sister, Fiona, as they detailed the finer points of the process, all the while enduring giggles from my other siblings at my apparent blunders.
“Buhoro, buhoro!” my host mother shouts as I hurry through the spotless dining room of my new home in Rwanda. I have half a piece of bread hanging from my mouth, my weighty backpack slung at an odd angle across one shoulder, my phone in one hand, and a cup of tea swaying in the other. To your average American, this might look like a fairly standard morning routine, but my host mother looks utterly confused and mildly concerned as she watches the hectic foreigner tear through the room. Continue reading “Learning to Slow Down”
Three days ago, nearly 50 new Peace Corps trainees stepped off the plane into the cool Rwandan night. We were excited, anxious, confused, and more than a little exhausted, but looking forward to exploring our new home. We spent our first three days in the capital, Kigali, a red-roofed city built into a stretch of green rolling hills. Continue reading “Observations from the Ground”
At the end of my posts, I’ve been putting one or two songs of what I’ve been listening to at that moment. However, I think that sometimes, just listing one song will feel inadequate to encompass the general mood of the music that I’m listening to. As such, I’ve decided to start a series called “Max’s Playlist” that will list out the songs I listen to pertaining to a certain mood or period of time. Continue reading “Max’s Playlist: So Long, Farewell”
Five of my favorite people in the world descended on Colorado this past weekend. It was an emotional weekend of laughter, adventure, and farewells. But all I can think now is: how do you truly say goodbye to people who have been your whole world for nearly as long as you can remember?
The countdown is on. I know, I say that every time I post, but with every passing day my impending departure becomes more and more real. Not to mention I become better at finding excuses for procrastination.