“This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.” — Winston Churchill
Happy Friday! Today is my last day of pre-service training … my last day with my temporary host family. I am sad to be leaving them, and have been reflecting on how kind they have been. My host mother commented that the time has gone by quickly. It has. I wish I had been able to get to know them better. Our language barrier provided a significant challenge in our relationship.
I will miss the cats terribly, of course. I met the kitten on my birthday and she has gotten so big. She has been a physical marker of the passage of time. (I imagine parents feel this way about their children.)
Last weekend, I got my first haircut in Kosovo. It was also the first time I’ve had a hairdresser smoke while she cut my hair. 🙂 Two of my friends came with me and it was fun to have girlie time. Plus, the haircut isn’t bad and it only cost me $4.50 Euro.
I will miss all the new friends I’ve made when we move our permanent sites. They have already begun to challenge and inspire me, to cause me to consider different realities and possibilities for my future. And some of them are so young! I wish I had been as brave as they are when I was in my early twenties. But I know myself, and I know I probably wouldn’t have been able to join the Peace Corps then. I am braver at 35 than I ever was at 25.
I’ll post more photos of my last week of training and my swearing-in ceremony next week.
P.S. Joe Biden was just in Kosovo, because a major stretch of road is being named after his deceased son, Beau. (You can read more about that here.)