Between sitting under a tree the
other week for 5 hours waiting for a ride in Letlhakeng (a time which Rose and
I used to come up with a complete social order to all the animals in the
village) and spending a quiet Easter at home drinking wine out of a peanut
butter jar (this classy moment brought to you by Peace Corps!), I have had a
lot of time to think about…well time.
More specifically how quickly it passes.
Over the Easter holiday I also
had some free time to update the décor in my house. This was mostly done through a few calendars
and pictures sent by Tori and Erika. There
were a few pictures that really sparked this line of thought about time. The first was a picture from a wine tasting
trip in Zamora about 2 and a half years ago where Casey and I were drunk enough
to sing Spice Girls on the bus. This
picture is not of that moment but from early in the day. Conveniently located next to my map of
Salamanca it made me realize that it had indeed been years since I had been
there. It still seems so recent, yet
also much longer than that at the same time.
Just like this Peace Corps experience.
I have been gone a long time, but some days it feels like no time, and
others I wonder how I still have so much left.
From that picture I moved on to a
few that brought back fond memories: rock climbing in IL with Brandon,
Halloween parties at Aunt Jackie’s, raising money for Peruvian orphans in
Queen’s Pub, or my first ever trip to
Cedar Pointe for Ashley’s 21st birthday. These got me thinking about the fact that
even though I do keep in touch with many people even though I am a continent
and an ocean away, there are at least some people in my life that I consider
friends that I won’t see again. First of
all, this is not on purpose. Secondly, I
do not think that most of the people reading this will fall into that
category. This is just another mystery
about the way time works. Even at
Aquinas there were people I liked perfectly fine that I would go a year without
seeing. And that was a small school. Without being confined to a small campus it
just stands to reason that there will be people I lose touch with. At first I was depressed about this, but I
realized that nothing I can do will reverse this fact; it is just the way of
life. Even if I spent all my energy just
trying to maintain contacts, I know I would accidentally forget someone. So I have already made peace with that, and
as I said, I don’t expect to lose contact with most reading this. Again, the quick passage of time at work.
And there was one category of
pictures that brought about my last wave of thoughts on time. This was some that I got from Tori and Erika
that showed things I did not remember.
Nor could I remember because I was not there. These things all happened since I have left. I have been over in Africa for 7 months, so
naturally a lot has happened (even if EVERY TIME I ask for news from stateside
everyone assures me nothing is going on).
But it is strange to see pictures of things and think that you will
never really know what is going on.
Sure, I am smart enough to figure out what are pictures from a Halloween
party, or people picking pumpkins in a field.
But I will never completely understand how it felt to be there. And that made me realize it is going to be
the same the other way around. I can
post pictures and blog posts all I want, but no matter what the people reading
this will know what happened, but they won’t have the experience. And in just 19 short months from now everyone
I see again will have years of experiences I did not have, and vice versa. This is not a bad thing, and won’t stop me
from blogging and putting up pictures and such, but just another of the many
intricacies concerning the rapid passage of time. There is nothing you can do against it, despite
how hard you might try, but it is something interesting to reflect on (if you
find yourself drinking wine alone during the holidays you should give it a
try).
One thing I have learned in Peace
Corps is how to spend a lot of time alone with your own thoughts. I do that a lot. It is just part of life being the only person
who natively speaks your language in the surrounding area. And that is what this post has been. An attempt at making some coherence out a
mind’s ramblings about the passage of time.
Now to give a very quick update
on general stuff. I am doing well. Term 1 is over, and Term 2 starts next
week. My counterpart and I are planning
to start 2 girls’ soccer teams, one for at school youth and one for out of
school. We are also looking at reviving
more clubs at the school since the PACT Club revival has been effective so
far. Finally starting to get close to
chilly in the mornings. Not to that
point yet, but getting there. And
working on a putting together a video from our Commonwealth Day celebration
(showing traditional dancing and such done by the school kids) as well as
figuring out what pictures to upload next.
That will all be coming down the line in anywhere between a few weeks
and a month or two. It all depends.
And with that peace out. Happy belated birthday Heather, and happy
early birthday to anyone who has a birthday before I post again.
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