Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Aspirations for Service

A list of my goals for service are below.

•    Increase social skill comfort
•    Develop grassroots project/community skills/experience
•    Increase personal generosity
•    Deepen my understanding of humanity
•    Develop lifelong friends and memories
•    Achieve proficiency with Nepali language
•    Regular exercise
•    Increase nutritional and dietary knowledge
•    Discover/develop international job opportunities

 
I gaze into the distance across a jungled landscape in quintessentially aspirational fashion.

These are all notably self-centric (I am American, after all). I will have an impact in Nepal, but what that impact will be feels much less within my control, so I've limited my goals to things that I have more control over.

Monday, September 11, 2023

The Big Day: Swearing-In


We had just spent the last hour getting prepared for swearing-in.

I stepped into the hall. After being surrounded by the flurried activity of seven women in a small hotel room, it was nice to have a moment to myself. I took the opportunity to get a feel for my new dressings and looked down. What caught my eye first was my hand, which was adorned with a red Ganesh ring. Hajuraamaa Khadka had gifted it to me on the day of our departure from our training villages (I cried; but that’s a different story). Further down, a bracer of sparkling green bangles (chiura) cupped my wrist (these I had bought for the occasion); and under my arm the matching draperies of my forest green saree could be seen. Its gilded peacock-feather design shimmered in the light.

I remember beholding this sight for several long moments, quizzical. Whose hand is this? I thought. It felt unfamiliar – like it didn’t belong to me. For past three months I had been surrounded by women wearing these effects – wives, mothers, aunts, grandmothers. Suddenly, I was one of them. The feeling was foreign, viscerally maternal, and honest in a way I can’t describe. I felt like I was harnessing a form of myself from another time – another life. A latency; a potential. Would I ever hold this feeling of presence in the future, if I ever became a mother? Or is this who I would come to be by the end of my service? (Somehow, that didn’t seem right). I mused.

My friend Pearl came around then, and I tried to describe my predicament.  “Whose hand is this?” I repeated. “It’s like a mom’s hand,” I said, jokingly (yet, I was not joking). “Look.”

Pearl looked. “It totally is,” they agreed.

The engraved Ganesh smiled from my hand.

Whose hand is this? Get it out of here.

Peace Corps: The Video Game

Throughout my service I've had moments, and experiences, which made me imagine my daily life here as a video game. It's totally a vi...