Monday, October 27, 2014

Trouble in Paradise

25/10/14


It is the last day of the Nepali holiday season and I’m relieved. 

I have been sick, on and off, for the last two weeks-the way I figure it, over the course of my PC service, I have been sick 70% of the time. 

The big news here actually does not have to do with me.  One of my dear friends, in country, has been going through a horrible personal tragedy.  Having bad things happen to us, in any circumstance, is difficult, but having to deal in Nepal, away from our family, away from those things with which we take comfort-well that is a something entirely more difficult. 

Watching someone struggle, in this way is horrible.  I have felt powerless and aching with sadness.

The dirty little secret of PC service is that the thing that we dread the most is that something will happen at home, and we’ll miss it.  I have almost the same amount of dread for happy occasions as for sad.  The days that are the hardest here are when I know that my family and friends are together for some occasion.  It would be even worse if that occasion had to do with some loss or other.  Seeing a friend live out a version of my worst nightmare only puts this fear into harsher perspective. 

I sit here, sick, counting down the things that I will miss, before I return: two more Halloweens, one (or two) more Thanksgivings, one more Christmas, one more New Years, one more Birthday, weddings, picnics, road trips, lazy weekends, camping trips.  These are the things that tear at my heart, that make me question my life here.  I don’t mean to make all of you feel guilty for living your lives, but just know that there is a girl in Nepal who is jealous of all of your little moments and dreading the big moments that she will be missing. 


The last bittersweet aspect of this whole ordeal is that my friend is leaving her service early and returning to America.  I am equal parts jealous and sad.  I can’t believe that I have to complete my service without her-it’s just one more way that PC has yanked support mechanisms out from under me. 

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