Training was probably the hardest 10 weeks of my life. It was like getting emotionally beat up every day while being force fed inhuman amounts of oil and mayonnaise. We all thought swearing in would never come. However, it came and went and I’m happy to announce Peace Corps Cameroon has 26 new volunteers!
There’s no way I could have survived training without my fellow trainees. To have made it this far we have to have way more in common than we’d care to admit. Whether it be a mutual love for tequila or an obscure tv show or even just a shared sense of humor, it’s made all the difference to have a support group of 25 equally crazy and miserable people who understand what you’re going through and how much you need a shoulder to lean on or un bier glace. Not to mention we probably know way more about each other than is socially appropriate.
So now we’ve been dispersed to our individual posts all across the nation. We’re facing a whole new set of challenges this time without the comfort of having so many friendly and understanding faces around. We’ve navigated hauling everything we own and picking up the essentials (fork, chair, mattress etc.) along the way to our respective sites. Even though there’s many miles between us, it’s nice to know someone is there to complain about the leaks, the hundreds of bugs, and the general scariness of moving in. Despite not seeing each other every day we are together and we are one.
I’m still getting used to post. I luckily inherited a chair and table from the previous tenant. Unluckily, I have no running water. I’m still getting the hang of fetching water and not ending up drenched in the water. My neighbors are incredibly nice and have offered many bucket carrying tips. Cooking has proven another challenge, as I suspected from the beginning. On the bright side I’ve managed to collect some spices to season my potatoes with. Our market is every 8 days and anything I can’t find there I’m just a short motorcycle and bushtaxi ride from the city. The moto men are more than happy to literally fight over who gets to drive the la Blanche.
School starts the beginning of September and I’m a mix of nerves and excitement. I am looking forward to have something a little more substantial to fill my days with besides reading and watching Gilmore Girls. Luckily fetching water every day gives me a good reason to get out of the house, although my neighbors seem to think I drink a lot of water. The language barrier makes it kinda hard to make friends here but I hope people attribute most of my awkward interactions as a part of American culture.
Finally, it’s pretty surreal to see things happening in your home when you’re living in a different country. It’s eye opening to see such a display of domestic terror. My heart goes out to all those affected by the recent violence in Charlottesville.
Pls pray for me and my ridiculous amount of bug bites.