This is me being bad at LJ.
Had a couple interviews today, and one more to go. I feel interviewed out. Mostly I feel dumb for screwing up which interview was given to me in Eastern Time. It wasn't smart to schedule three interviews on one day anyhow, but three different people said "When can you interview?" and I said "Monday Tuesday or Wednesday", when they were all empty, and then everybody miraculously picked Wednesday. Oh, actually that's not true. One person picked Tuesday and then erased my name from the board and then went on Wednedsay. This was Eastern Time Zone person. I got Eastern Time Zone person mixed up with Central Time Zone person, and then expected Central Time Zone person's interview and hour early. Then I scheduled another Central Time Zone person an hour and a half after Central-Time-Zone who I thought was Eastern-Time-Zone. And really they're ALL in Korea on +14 hours time zone, so they don't know why I'm confused in the first place. ACK.
Anyway I'm struggling through brain time zone holes, and working with the Somali girls. Today I was a little tired. I didn't bike much between Wednesday last and this Wednesday, so I think I tuckered myself out upon arrival. The babies were adorable as always. One is learning to walk. They call her the fish because she wriggles around all the time. She's like... destructo baby. She is already climbing and she can barely take a few steps. She's going to be really crazy, I can tell. It's exciting, but also kind of ridiculous. Her sister is also a big trouble maker, but she gets this mischievous look on her face. She's too cute. She also wears home made hijabs that definitely look like old t shirts.
I love that the kids look like their parents. So frequently it's in the eyes. They look so much like their moms in their eyes. Boys, girls, both--their eyes are their Mom's eyes. It's so cool.
I will be sad when I have to leave them, but new adventures are awaiting me. I really am looking forward to being able to speak Korean. I also have it on good authority that there ARE Africans in Korea! (Also that one was extremely rude to another American? I hope that was just the once.) I have been missing Ghana lately. I mean that might be because it is something I know and understand, versus the relative unknown of living in Korea. I don't have a job yet, but even without a real job, the truth of it is that this is one whole year of my life. The memories of Ghana WILL fade. I know that I want to go back to that country. I think about making trips in trotros to go to MaxMart, of learning the ropes of simple haggling, of how nice it was to run into people I knew at Madina--feeling humbled 98% of the time. It's something I know. It's something I understand. But I also know that Korea can't replace it. If I go there, something will be lost in the whirlwinds of memories. I won't remember what it feels like to look for certain products, or to try and cook, or to buy certain outfits because of the heat. There are a lot of things that I will have to learn differently. I wonder if there is only room in my world for one "gear shift". I learned, slowly but surely, how to shift into Ghana-mode. What if Korea-mode replaces Ghana-mode, and I lose it? Do I want that, or should I worry?
I've been feeling more laid back about these kinds of questions, even though they drift around in my mind. A small voice keeps saying: you just do the best you can, and trust in yourself. I guess I am better off now a days because I'm not driving myself crazy with overwork.
Anyway. One more thing to do tonight and then I am ready for bed. Woot.
Anyway I'm struggling through brain time zone holes, and working with the Somali girls. Today I was a little tired. I didn't bike much between Wednesday last and this Wednesday, so I think I tuckered myself out upon arrival. The babies were adorable as always. One is learning to walk. They call her the fish because she wriggles around all the time. She's like... destructo baby. She is already climbing and she can barely take a few steps. She's going to be really crazy, I can tell. It's exciting, but also kind of ridiculous. Her sister is also a big trouble maker, but she gets this mischievous look on her face. She's too cute. She also wears home made hijabs that definitely look like old t shirts.
I love that the kids look like their parents. So frequently it's in the eyes. They look so much like their moms in their eyes. Boys, girls, both--their eyes are their Mom's eyes. It's so cool.
I will be sad when I have to leave them, but new adventures are awaiting me. I really am looking forward to being able to speak Korean. I also have it on good authority that there ARE Africans in Korea! (Also that one was extremely rude to another American? I hope that was just the once.) I have been missing Ghana lately. I mean that might be because it is something I know and understand, versus the relative unknown of living in Korea. I don't have a job yet, but even without a real job, the truth of it is that this is one whole year of my life. The memories of Ghana WILL fade. I know that I want to go back to that country. I think about making trips in trotros to go to MaxMart, of learning the ropes of simple haggling, of how nice it was to run into people I knew at Madina--feeling humbled 98% of the time. It's something I know. It's something I understand. But I also know that Korea can't replace it. If I go there, something will be lost in the whirlwinds of memories. I won't remember what it feels like to look for certain products, or to try and cook, or to buy certain outfits because of the heat. There are a lot of things that I will have to learn differently. I wonder if there is only room in my world for one "gear shift". I learned, slowly but surely, how to shift into Ghana-mode. What if Korea-mode replaces Ghana-mode, and I lose it? Do I want that, or should I worry?
I've been feeling more laid back about these kinds of questions, even though they drift around in my mind. A small voice keeps saying: you just do the best you can, and trust in yourself. I guess I am better off now a days because I'm not driving myself crazy with overwork.
Anyway. One more thing to do tonight and then I am ready for bed. Woot.