Life... What can I say? This one thing, can cause so much stress, hope, love, drama and just everything. My life in the past 10 months or so has been a whirlwind. I was in Peace Corps Armenia. A very small country of the former Soviet Union. I have to say that this one event has been the most eye-opening experience of my entire being. That being said, Peace Corps last 2 years and I'll be upfront, I am no longer in Armenia, I'm in good ole' sunny Florida. Home! Peace Corps was the right thing for me at that point in my life and now being in Florida is the right thing for me at this point in my life. I came home 3 weeks ago. Since then, it has been the oddest time in my life. In the time surrounding my departure from Peace Corps, I did a lot of reflecting. I had plenty of time to. One thing I'll be always be thankful for with my service was the abundance of time that I had. At first I hated it but I learned to love it. In fact, I learned to love most things in my life. Which is a great thing to be able to do becuase typically you can't always change your situation. But another thing I came to realize was that life is too short. And although I bear no unpleasant feelings torwards my service, host country or Peace Corps, it just was not for me. You may not always be happy with your life, but to lead an unfulfilling life could quite possibly be the worst thing that could happen to a person's life. That's how I felt. I bear no regrets in coming home. It's silly to regret things, you can't change your past, all you can do is be thankful for it because whether or not you realize it, you've learned something. After my decision was made to come home, I had to wait for 2 packages from my folks to come. After the longest 3 weeks of my life, I found out that my sister had a suspicious test result, she is a thyroid cancer survivor. So, my plane (which was 18 hours) got me home late and I missed my sister's surgery to investigate what was going on. So, I got in around 5pm ((just in time to catch a Florida sunset) which are some of the prettiest in the world). A great friend of mine; Ashley was at the airport to pick me up and we went to the hospital. Oh, btw, I was suprising my parents. My sister knew what was up and she kept it a secret. If you know my sister, you know, she's like a broadcasting system. Secrets are not safe with her. (love you sissy) But, we get to the hospital and it was a feat getting to her room, but a little old man in a red vest gave us directions, I suppose finding your way around Florida Hospital is difficult for lots of people. So, we go on our way, and we finally get to her and I peek my head in. For as long as I live, I will never forget my pop's face. He looked up and his recognition of me didn't catch up with the fact that I was supposed to be in Armenia. Those hugs are some of the best hugs I'll ever have. Nisey (my sister) was doped up from surgery so she provided some lightheartedness. I had to sit down and explain why I left to my folks. I'm sure most people won't understand why I left but it's my life. No one has to understand other then me.
So, now, my sister is recovering nicely. But life here- in the home I was a kid in, is a little odd. To be an adult after college and Peace Corps living with my mama and pop is not where I thought I would be. Most graduates have that optimistic and expectant attitude that they'll find their dream job, love of their life, and start the life they thought they'd be leading after college. SURPRISE.... It doesn't quite happen like that. I'm a college graduate like most of my friends who can't find a job that isn't degrading. So as odd as it is to be watching Spongebob Squarepants in the comfort my parent's lovely home again, it saves me from stressing out about paying rent, etc etc etc. The jobs that I want are (in no particular order) baker, writer,nanny, live under the sea,teacher, painter, human resources, receptionist, record store clerk, actress,gardener, bull fighter,florist, really anything that will make me money and keep life from getting boring. But my true goal is to be a baker! I want to open a natural, healthy and organic bakery called "Sweetie Pies and Baby Cakes". The job hunt has been fun and humorous to say the least. I've gone on interviews where I'm promised that I'll be making 6 figures by my 6 month mark, asked for a credit report, and told I was hired without even being interviewed. One "woman" who wanted me to be her daughter's nanny needed to know if she could live in my home while she found a home... I have probably put out 50 resumes.
Today, though, I hit that rock bottom point. My sister is still bed-ridden since her surgery, my pop is sick and just the whole no job, no significant other thing. The whole "I'm a grown-up and am fabulous but I'm living at home jobless and single." gets exhausting sometimes. But I decided to go work in my garden to get it Spring ready and I listened to Pink Martini and the song "Hang on Little Tomato" really got to me, it cheered my entire day up.http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/pink_martini/hang_on_little_tomato.html Next time, you feel down, just listen to this song and remember the sun will come out again tomorrow. Feeling sad doesn't do anything for yourself. You're fabulous, life gets tough but at the end of the day, you're still fabulous. More to come soon! <3>
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