I was checking out at the grocery store tonight when a couple ahead of me struck up a conversation with the cashier. They were buying greeting cards and told her about how their son is in the Philippines and how they're going to send a card a week and hope they all get there by March. Then I heard them say he is in Peace Corps. Something inside of me jumped, that little something that tells me I'm connected to everyone and everything in this world, and that it's just about finding the connection, and that talking to them would be the obvious thing to do. So I did. I interrupted, apologized for interrupting, and then asked how long he'd been there. They told me he got there in August, I told them I'm going to Africa in February. The woman shook my hand and told me how proud of me is, and that after getting through the application and everything, I will obviously be successful, since that's half the battle. She asked if I knew her son, but I didn't. After they walked away I realized that I'm 99% sure they're the parents of a girl I grew up with and lost touch with when we went to different high schools. I would say something about it being a small world, but since I'm still living in the town I grew up in, it doesn't really surprise me at all.
I keep getting asked about where and when I'm going.. I haven't shared this blog with anyone in my real life yet, so I guess according to them I got really excited back in August when I was nominated and since then have sat on my hands waiting. While that's partly true, I feel like it's been almost constant forward motion. The last month (yes, month) has been a lot of waiting, but nothing I can't deal with. I can't imagine how flaky it must look from the outside to someone who received my "I'm moving to Africa!" text and knew nothing about it before, nor has heard anything since. Sorry guys, if anyone goes back and reads all my entries after I let this proverbial cat out of the bag, I truly am sorry for being so tight-lipped. I hope you understand.
3 comments:
I've had similar experiences :) One lady at a coffeeshop I go to was so curious about me, she eventually found out I'm going to serve in PC... she wants to send me care packages! It's a wonderful thing we're getting into. I've heard nothing but respect and reverence for PC so far.
Haha I can tooootally relate. I sent letters out to all my family members after I was nominated letting them know what was going on (I didn't want them to read it on fb or hear it secondhand), my coworkers all know, friends of friends I run into keep saying, 'aren't you leaving soon?' All the while I have no answers to give them except that I'm medically cleared, finally, and waiting for my 'job offer'.
yeah, i try not to bring it up either (at least with ppl other than my boyfriend and parents). Do you ever feel like people want to know about you just to be updated on the latest gossip? Maybe it's just something so precious to me I am not ready to share yet...
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