Homesick is for Real

Yesterday was rough. I’d say it was my roughest day in Kosovo so far, but that’s a bit premature, considering I’ve only been in the country since Sunday. I haven’t been sleeping well at all, and I think that compounded with being homesick just made for a long day.

We arrived at the hotel Sunday afternoon. Training began Monday. So far, we’ve had basic safety training, Albanian language classes, and pedagogy lessons. We go from 9 a.m. until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. All of our meals are provided by the hotel.

After training ended yesterday, I went to my room and slept all the way through until this morning. My roommate, who is awesome, left a granola bar by my bed. I had that and a chocolate marshmallow for dinner.

We got our SIM cards yesterday, and I was actually able to call home and speak to my mom for a few minutes before my phone cut out (I don’t think Peace Corps had added any money to my account). I was feeling so low yesterday. Hearing my mom’s voice was exactly what I needed to feel better. That, and a lot of sleep.

I’m feeling better physically and emotionally today. Tomorrow, our group (35 of us, including two married couples) will leave the hotel and move in with our temporary host families. I have mixed feelings about this. Being in the hotel with all of my fellow volunteers has been a comfort. However, living out of suitcases in a shared, small hotel room is not without it’s challenges. Every time I or my roommate needs to find something, we have to go on a scavenger hunt. I’m looking forward to being able to unpack and settle in a bit. I also think I’ll feel like I’ve accomplished something, like, hey! I made it through the first phase of training!

It’s been amusing to witness the little quirks here that are different from the U.S. For example, each hotel room only has one key. 1) The front desk doesn’t even have a copy and 2) I can’t remember the last time I stayed in a hotel room that had an actual key. Our rooms lock from both the inside and the outside. When my roommate was out Tuesday night, I discovered I was locked inside my room. (Good thing there wasn’t a fire! I’d have to jump off the fourth floor balcony.) Also, one of my fellow volunteers asked for more toilet paper and was told to wait “until tomorrow.” Hehe.

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