I am an East Coast gal. Born and raised. I got a weird
Philly-Jersey-Delaware accent. You know…I sometimes say water or bagel weird
(all about the context). I got that “don’t talk to strangers in the street”
attitude (keep your eyes straight, don’t stare at others). You know walking
fast always in a hurry. Usually to
WAWA to drink my coffee like I am on some kind high intense mission. Although,
some of these generalizations might not be true (might just be crazy ol’ me), I
think a lot of people from the east coast would agree with them.
I like the east coast and all of our wacky quirks (whatever
they may be in reality). It is home and will always be home. But I have say,
something has always drawn me to the west coast. Maybe it is the travel junkie
in me wanting to see somewhere new and live somewhere different, maybe it is
the hiking and green spaces and active people, or maybe I am just following my
inner yuppie, hippie, or whatever you call it—all “I like almond milk in my special
coffee. And could you pass the organic jam and fresh ground peanut butter.”
Whatever called me to the west coast brought me there FINALLY for an epic,
glorious vacation. And yes, I LOVED IT.
You might be wondering why a Peace Corps Volunteer would travel
all the way back home to states, but not visit her family on the east coast? I
have this friend- best friend actually who I met in here in Peace Corps. She is
another volunteer in my group, Tricia, and has become my rock during my service
here in El Salvador. When things are good, bad, in between, weird, crazy,
frustrating, or I just want to shoot the shit with someone, I call her. She is
an incredible friend, ally, resource, support system, sister, companera,
listener, advice giver, etc. One
of her many amazing qualities (yes, I am gushy with the cheese right now almost
as if she is my boyfriend ;)!) is that she is incredibly generous and invited
me on her vacation home to the states. She headed home in the beginning of
August for 3 weeks and invited me to join her during the last ten days. So I
went! I mean I had always wanted to see Seattle, the west coast, and imagining
3 weeks without Tricia here was pretty rough. I know what you are thinking:
what did your crazy, hovering, mother with only one child in the whole world
(me) say to this? Um well I can’t say she was thrilled at first. But then in
the end she actually paid for half of my ticket. Yes, I am aware that I have
the best mother ever. She is just a little too obsessed with making yours truly
happy, which has meant sending me to far away lands far away from her. I am so
grateful that she has allowed me to grow on my own, constantly dream big, and
travel far even though it means she sees me less. Thanks mom for letting me go and supporting my wacky
decisions!!! Also, thanks to my family for not hating me, too much! ;)
All of that said, vacation was amazing. I think I knew it
would be when I got on my plane and every time someone said Seattle a Frat like
boy in the seat behind me would say “Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh Seattle. YOU WILL
LOVE IT.” Here is why (in no particular order):
- The
west coast is beautiful, green, and the temperature was in the 70’s in
August. Glorious weather!
- Froyo
and coffee (courtesy of either the amazing Keurig (sp?) machine in
Tricia’s house . Or the coffee shops on every corner.) Food in general.
- Hiking
Mount Townsend.
- Spending
time with Tricia and her family at their amazing, stunning house. (They
are incredible people. Thanks familia Serg!!!!!!)
- The
gloriousness of Target and stocking up on the USA goodies I missed. (plus
getting some amazing and very necessary clothing aka underwear).
- Comfortable,
stress free, without a care in the world waking up at 10 a.m. and spending
the day lounging on the couch watching cable and eating good food.
- Having
no responsibilities, commitments, things I had to do, people I had to see
(no offense), work, etc. Just time to be.
- Seeing
the city of Seattle! I cannot wait to go back.
- Being
able to leave the house in whatever I wanted at whatever time I wanted to
do whatever I wanted. Complete freedom! No rules (well kind of, you know).
I was thankful for the rules
of the road, but that’s a whole different conversation.
- Batman.
Yes, it was that good. And getting froyo afterwards.
- One
more for good luck…getting my MAC fixed. Thank you Bryan!!!!!!
I don’t think I need to say it anymore. The states was good,
too good. It was the perfect vacation and I am so grateful to Tricia and her
family for letting me crash their time together. The only thing that sucks
about vacation is that it ends. And you come back to a frightening reality that
is life as a PCV in El Salvador. I don’t want to sugar coat it. Coming back
sucks. And it sucks for a week or more. Now that does not mean that I don’t
like it here, that I don’t want to be here, and I want to give up life as a
volunteer. I just mean that it is a challenging readjustment period. And
although you are excited to come back, see your Salvadoran friends and family
as well as other volunteers, have more adventures (in comparison to the
potential job you would probably have (if your lucky to have a job in the states),
and do your work here, that excitement wears off quickly when you realize the
comforts you left behind in comparison to the lack of comforts here. It takes
about a week or two to forget those comforts and get back into the volunteer “I
can deal with it” mode. But as soon as you forget and let it go, things look a
lot better. I am getting there. I am lucky that the transition has been made
easier by not only being welcomed by my loving family, tremendous youth group,
and friends but also jumping right into work again, which I will document in
the next post! Until then, enjoy some froyo for me!
On top of the Seattle Space Needle! |
Gum Wall!!!! |
Hiking Mount Townsend! |
Paz en the wildflowers! |
<3 awee thankyou.I love you and next time you go to Seattle Your hovering mother is going too!!!
ReplyDeleteglad you had fun in Seattle. Miss you and hope all is well in Upire!
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