Pardon the lankiness of this post but there were simply too
many words stuck in my head.
I left Botswana on March 6th. Packed up my
limited possessions, gave one last hug to my cat, and locked up the house. I
said goodbye to what I had dreamed of for years.
Many know that my father had been struggling with stage 4
colon cancer for the past year. I had decided to join peace corps anyways with
the knowledge that if he needs me, I can always come home, but I might never
get the chance to pursue peace corps again. At the beginning of March, we found
out that his most recent treatment, radiation, not only had no effect but that
during the time we were waiting for the radiation to kick in, the tumors had
grown back to pre-chemo size. This was a huge setback in his fight and the
entire reason I decided to return home on temporary leave to be with my family.
I was emotional, worried, and thousands of miles away from them; I couldn’t
stop thinking of how I would feel if something worse were to happen. We also
learned that without an effective treatment soon, my father could go into liver
failure within six months.
After the longest international travel time I have ever had
(5 planes, plus an overnight stay in New York City after missing a flight and
having to wait for a shuttle outside the airport in -22 degrees in my chacos) I
arrived home the day after my dad’s 53rd birthday. Since I’ve been
home, he’s started a new round of chemo that seems to be shrinking the cancer
(yay!) but has miserable symptoms (boo!).
The day I returned |
The day before I left, I went into my clinic to get pictures
with my coworkers and friends who had served as my guides in this crazy
Botswana adventure. I told them, “my family needs me now but I hope to come
back, I don’t want to leave.” They responded with prayers, well-wishes, and
statements of confidence that my father will get better and I will see them all
again. I will never forget the day I texted my counterpart that I wouldn’t be
in to the clinic one day because I had found out bad news about my father’s
health; as soon as she knocked off, she was at my door to check that I was ok.
I was overwhelmed by her compassion for me, still almost a stranger then. This
was what surprised me most about Peace Corps; the ability to truly make connections
with people.
Me and my counterpart, Neo, in our matching Kang shirts |
Not the whole clinic staff but a good portion of them |
Of course, Peace Corps is all about relationships. We come
to countries in hopes of promoting peace and friendship not only by what we do
but by who we interact with. I expected to make friends but I didn’t expect to
connect with Batswana in the same way I have connected to my friends in the US;
where there is a sense of vulnerability, and complete mutual trust and
understanding. Perhaps it was an odd assumption to have, that I would make
friends but not deep connections; an assumption that I am entirely glad was
proved wrong. Of course, this huge revelation of the connection of humanity
across cultures didn’t make my departure any easier.
My favorite little neighbors |
This is what I got when I told them to smile |
Its been two months and I am both devastated and relieved to
be home, and to be staying home. After seeing my dad’s struggle, there was no
question in my mind that I would remain in stateside, family is just too
valuable, but it didn’t make letting go of Peace Corps any easier.
Its very difficult to write this post and adequately sum up
the range of emotions I’ve experienced. In many ways, returning home is easy.
America is easy. Its like fitting back into your place in the puzzle, you
eventually revert back to your old role and your old habits and ways. There’s
so much to do and so much opportunity. And nothing, absolutely nothing, beats
the comfort of connecting with other Americans, who are of the same culture,
understand the same jokes, and just plain get you! You can share a look with
someone in line at a coffee shop and just know that they too are annoyed with
the person in front of them ordering 5 very specific drink orders. Its surreal
to come home and notice that nothing much changed even though so much changed
in my life while in Bots. I am incredibly sad with how quickly Botswana can
disappear. People ask me about it, but after that initial conversation it never
really comes up again. It feels like it was merely a good dream rather than 7
months of my life.
I can’t help but associate early terminating my service with
quitting. Even though I had a very valid reason for returning home, I didn’t
finish what I set out to do. I had barely started projects and was just
beginning so much. Sure I can spin my resume to reflect all the cultural and
language barriers I overcame, my highly practiced interpersonal skills, and the
work I did to set the base for my projects but when it comes down to it I can’t
get the sense of failure out of my head. Worst of all, I had to end something
that I actually enjoyed doing. Despite its ups and downs, I loved Peace Corps
for what it was and for the people I had the opportunity to meet, both Batswana
and other PCV’s. And, this is pretty pity party of me to say, but I didn’t even
get the chance to travel much within Botswana or out, though I loved Kang, I
only really saw my small plot of the desert. I didn’t even see elephants in the
elephant capital of the world! I miss it all and all of the promises of
adventure and new experiences Peace Corps held.
I don’t regret my decision to return home; I could never
regret the choice to spend more time with my family when time doesn’t seem as
infinite as it used to. Life continues and for the immediate future, Peace
Corps will continue to feel like a big part of it, but eventually those
memories will fade filled with new adventures whether domestic or abroad. I am
sad and still grieving what my service could have been and will be impatiently
waiting for the chance when my goodbye’s to peace corps friends can become
hello’s again. But I am thankful that I got to experience all of the craziness
and wonderfulness of Botswana and Peace Corps for without it I would just be
left wondering.