Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The impact of peace corps!



As volunteers we all have slightly different reasons for joining the peace corps; a love of travel, a desire to travel for the first time, the need for a change of scenery, an uncertainty of what to do next, but one thing we all have in us is a desire to leave the world a better place than it was before us. This is the real reason we join to change the world, to wake up and say I made those kids lives better, I gave them hope, and an opportunity they didn't know was there.
For the two and a half years of service this is the reason we woke up, got dressed and fought like hell to see our projects succeed, to see our communities grow, and to see a child find hope in themselves. Along the way we became part of the culture we lived in. We starteed to act differently, picked up mannerisms, words, actions, and a way about us that said I am from here. We gained friends and in some cases a kind of family in our new culture as we began to shed our own. Our perspectives changed, we learned what it meant to not have, maybe even what it felt like to really be hungry. We learned the struggle of poverty, how hard it is to break the cycle and raise above it when you are fighting just to survive. We learned a kind of patience that almost makes us freaks of nature in this I want it now way of life. Of course while we were living this life, we weren't fully aware of what was happening, we were just living life trying to make it from one day to the next.
Then we came home, and it hit us how much we were this other culture, this other way of life, and how much we changed. Yea we maybe came back tanner and weighing a little less, speaking a strange broken english adding foreign words in randomly, and not really being able to articulate very well. But our core being changed too, the way we view the world and ourselves, want we want from life, the way we live, the way we dance and eat. We will forever be marked with this peace corps thing. In some ways its a curse, you know that whole ignorance is bliss. It is definitely easier to fit in, when you feel like you fit in. I doubt very many of us would change it for a second though because for most of us this change in ourselves, this ability to serve the world community was both the most difficult experience of our lives, but also the most rewarding and amazing two plus years of our lives. We have each other that get that, and few others that fully understand all that was our experience. We miss a land that was our home but never a birthplace in much of the same way an immigrant misses their birth place, longing to return but never knowing when that may happen. Back in the US we search for people like us feeling out of place with people that a mere 3 years ago we would have fit in with. When we go to a new US city we question whether the water from the pipe is drinkable, and wonder if there is hot water.
Hopefully though no matter how much we miss life in our other country, the people, the purpose, the way of life, the being a part of a community, not just a face in the crowd, we know that we were that difference in someones life and we accomplished soo much more than we ever thought we would. Maybe not in the ways we thought but maybe in a much more human sense instead of a project sense. I know for me, not a day goes by that I don't remember the children by the sea, and I hope that they grow up to be the amazing men and woman I know they can be.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Missing St. Lucia

As I'm back in the U.S. trying to adjust to life here, I'm constantly thinking about everyone back in Saint Lucia.

Just wanted to share some videos I've created about my life down there and what I'm missing.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

26 Months Later :(


It's hard to believe I have been in St. Lucia for 26 months now, and for most of the group I came in today marked the end of an amazing journey and the beginning of whatever is next. After a trip to the the airport and saying goodbye none of it really hit me. I'm still here they aren't, but what does that mean. Well it definitely doesn't mean the end of friendships. They are some of the only few Americans that when I say sorti la, eh eh gason, or speak Lucian English to I won't get a blank stare from. They have seen and felt my struggle here, heard unbelievable stories and sometimes told more ridiculous stories, experienced things beside me, and become American Lucians alongside of me, and for that they will always be in my heart. It does however mean the end of phone calls to kill time cause I was given stones to hold or I am waiting way to long in US terms for something to start. It means that when I just need a break from life, I will have less places to go, I have fewer people to make free phone calls to, I will feel a little more awkward at peace corps functions, and a part of my support network isn't here with me anymore. The good news is I get all sorts of tips on returning to life in the US, and closing out my life here...when crying on an airplane face the window so your seat mates doesn't notice, what kind of ID you need at the bank, and many more I'm sure are yet to come.

I have been incredibly lucky to have been blessed with such a great group to share this journey with, and I wish you all the best in whatever is the next journey. I'll keep St. Lucia warm(???) for the next month in case you decide this is where you belong.

Imagine all the people living life in peace, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one....

Thanks guys for making the past two years so remarkable!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Three Months to Go :(






I've had my close of service conference, decided to stay a little longer, but the silly 3 month marker has now passed and I am left wondering what next. I have just lived the most amazing two years of my life in a country where I am a celebrity, not really but sort of really. I have been in the newspaper and on the news as a pole vault coach, and in the paper for being a trend setter, and weeks after being on tv children still shout to me "Miss, I saw you on TV". I'm working on finishing up building a library, getting one of my pole vaulters to qualify for the junior pan american games, and trying to train PE teachers all over the island how to be pole vault coaches. I've gotten a 9 year old boy to change his plans for his future from going to prison to going to one of the best secondary schools on the island, and he grades went up almost 30 percentage points. I've lived through the worst drought in Saint Lucia's recorded history, and the worst Natural Disaster too.

As I am coming way too close to the end, I can say without hesitation my peace corps service was a huge success. I'm not going to say it was easy or there weren't times that I thought about throwing in the towel, but I wouldn't change my choice to be here and stay here for anything. Some people say being a peace corps volunteer is the hardest job you will ever love, and while I couldn't agree more with that statement, I think the hardest part of my service will be saying goodbye.

When I first came here I thought I would just keep my head down get engulfed with work and not really be social, but boy was I wrong. Not only did I make friends but I gained a new family. While it will be incredibly sad, and I'm sure that I will cry like a baby at random places for the most ridiculous reasons over the next oh 6 months or so, I'm sure that those people will always remain in my heart. I will think of them every time, I see onion rings, a pole vault anything, a child learning to read, someone saying miss, a rooster crowing, the mention of water not working, Carnival, anytime I go shopping or have to pick out an outfit, anytime I forget to eat, or whenever some smacks me to kill a mosquito. As sad as I am to be going and leaving my family behind, it is of extreme comfort that I know they will always have my back, and I just hope they know I have theirs!