A Really Good Person
I'm writing to you from Kalaiya -- Sommer's post, 5 hours west of Janakpur. Juni (Virginia) and I received an email from Sommer in Hawaii where she was sent for medical reasons. She's decided not to come back to Nepal. I don't think the medical problems were the reason for her decision -- just the last straw. She was upset about some other things as well, missed her boyfriend, etc.
Anyway, she asked Juni and I to go to her post and separate all of her things into groups: things she wants sent to her, things to give to her headmiss, things to give to her landlady, things to give to a friend in Kalaiya, and things for other volunteers. A lot of work. She wanted us to get to her post and do all this for her before anybody found out she wasn't coming home -- to make sure everyone got what she intended them to have. The "giving out" of things when a volunteer leaves Nepal is always a huge headache. There are always dozens of people waiting to swoop down and scavenge those things we can't take with us when they know we're leaving.
It was really sad spending a day sorting through and packing all of her things. She was one person in the group who everyone liked and got along with well. A really good person.
The peace corps office, as always, did not miss this opportunity to
be difficult and unreasonable.
It's really aggravating that as soon as I am completely comfortable with my work and living conditions in Nepal and feel that I am actually accomplishing some things at my school/community, I have to deal with waves of presumptuousness, insecurity, and spitefulness from the office. I feel like I'm in some sort of Kafka-esque junior high; I get reprimanded everytime I attempt to deal with the office, but I can never comprehend why -- only that the reasons seem to be silly. My program officer actually accused me of "playing favorites" in the office. I mean, is this guy 12 years old to be saying things like this? I could care less if he likes me or not, and I wish it didn't matter to him whether I liked him or not. I just wish he would behave like a program officer and treat me like a volunteer. Blah. I'm not the only volunteer who feels this way -- volunteers from older groups constantly advise us to avoid the office as much as possible. It just seems like I've been getting the brunt of the office's silliness lately.
OK - now for the reason I'm writing. I reserved a ticket for myself leaving Nepal for Munich on October 16, and leaving Munich for Nepal on November 1. I would arrive in Munich on the evening of the 16th, but could meet you (mom and dad) in Frankfurt any day after that. Don't worry about us flying in/out of different cities -- trains are cheap in Germany and I was planning to go to Munich regardless of which airport I flew into. I won't be in Kathmandu until September 18th. For now, call me any evening after 8:30 or morning before 9:30 and I'll almost surely be in. Evenings around 8:30 would be the best.