About two weeks have passed since my last entry here, so I figure it's time for a recap of recent events. (And a makeover of the blog--what do you think?)
Needless to say, I accepted my invitation to Armenia. It was not the easiest region to get excited about (let's face it, I would have loved to be somewhere in the Caribbean or Pacific Islands), but I'm pretty thrilled now. I've been doing a LOT of research, both on general Armenia information as well as the Peace Corps' involvement there. Everything I've read has been pretty positive.
One of the more exciting parts of this research has been my acceptance into a Facebook group geared towards recent PCVs in Armenia (I wouldn't've found this group if it wasn't for another blogger--thanks Hannah!). Within hours of posting my introduction in this group, I received dozens of adds and messages from Armenia volunteers. Most started last year and are currently in Armenia, but a couple are in my staging group. Talking to both sets of people is very exciting! I always feel like the best way to get to know anything is through people who have done it before. I've had a blast looking at the current volunteers' photo albums from their time in Armenia. I've seen lots of photos of hiking...WIN!
In addition to doing research about my home for the next two years, I've really enjoyed sharing my Peace Corps news with friends and family. Most have been absolutely thrilled with my news, offering all sorts of support and congratulations. As with anything, however, there is an exception. My only surviving grandparents are not on board whatsoever with my decision to join Peace Corps. They have been against it from the start, and continue to firmly disapprove. I can't say this is affecting my decision whatsoever. They have not expressed these opinions to me directly, only to my mother. It's a weird situation. I'm wondering if anyone else has faced this with family members and, if so, how did you deal with it?
Regardless of one's opinion on my decision, the most common reaction I've received is, "Where is Armenia!?" I've considered carrying a map with me at all times to help alleviate this confusion.
Other than spreading my PC news far and wide, I've continued working as a substitute teacher. More good news there: I was offered a long-term subbing position, meaning I will be in for the same teacher for at least three weeks. At this point, it looks like I will be there at least through the end of March with a possibility of April, too. The school is familiar, kids are good, and the pay is good. Can't complain!
Loving life!
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