I met someone absolutely fascinating last week. Our relationship was strictly professional, and we didn’t exchange contact information at the end. I will probably never see him again. That said, I learned a hell of a lot from him, and I’m really glad I didn’t turn down the opportunity to meet him just because I fucking hate translating.
The longer I’m here, the more convinced that the Peace Corps is like my college sorority. While I’m here, it’s all about service, development, and good PR for the United States, but once I’m done, I have a pretty good feeling that it’s going to be more about the people I met, the relationships I sustained, and the way of life I experienced.
In 10 years, it’s not going to matter that my coworkers frustrate me, that I don’t like my primary project, and that I can’t convince this idiot boy that we are not, in fact, dating. It’s going to matter that I worked my ass off and made a good impression on my work partners. It’s going to matter that I lived for 2 years in a culture entirely alien to my own. It’s going to matter that I worked and voluteered in a world far out of my comfort zone.
I dunno. It’s comforting to remember sometimes that the little things really don’t matter.