I spent last weekend visiting my pre-service training (PST) host family. I lived with them last June, July, and August. I hadn’t been back to visit them since.
My trip was exactly what I needed. I was in a familiar place, but a place that is no longer a part of my daily life. It gave me a break from the tedium I’ve been feeling lately. My previous village is also much prettier than where I am now. Kosovo is the first land-locked place I have ever lived. It didn’t bother me last summer, when I was surrounded by beautiful mountains. But my current village is located a valley, so it’s a flat/boring landscape with no water. It was so nice to be back in the mountains again!
I also hadn’t realized how much I miss my previous family. It’s funny — there are parallels between my two host families. Both sets of parents are ages 50-55, and both have grown sons/no daughters. But they live on opposite sides of Kosovo and have never met. Also, one family is Catholic and the other is Muslim.
Having been away from my PST host family for so long meant I had plenty to tell them. That’s one struggle I have in living with a host family — my day-to-day life is the same, so all I ever have to say is, “I went to school today. It was good.” I don’t have the language skills to talk about anything deeper or more meaningful, so I run out of topics to discuss. It was nice to be able to have a longer conversation in Shqip.
My trip there took 3 buses, 4 hours, and cost 5.50 Euro one-way (a lot, on a tiny Peace Corps budget). I was pulling my little wheelie suitcase up our dark country road I ran into my host parents, on their way to greet me. 🙂 Back at the house, I told them about life in my new village. I answered a million questions about my new host family, including “Do they make their bread or buy it?” (Yes, that was a real question.) When my host sister-in-law arrived, my host parents recounted everything I had just said to her. Then, when my host brother arrived, they recounted everything again. It was funny.
And, of course, I was excited to see the cats again! Especially “the Kitten.” I call her that because the cats don’t have names. Remember when I met her on my birthday last year?
I took a walk around the property with her cuddled in my arms. 🙂
Media consumption …
I started and finished two books over the last weekend, and discovered a new author I really like!
- The One I Left Behind by Jennifer McMahon. This is a story of a woman who believes her mother was the victim of a serial killer (only her hand was ever found). But, 25 years later, her mother shows up alive. I couldn’t put this one down! (Though the killer is someone you’d NEVER suspect, and I actually thought there were more plausible/compelling options.) I read this curled by the wood burning stove, as my host parents puttered around the kitchen and the rain fell outside. It was an ideal murder-mystery-reading situation. I don’t recommend reading this novel while you’re home alone.
- I decided to read another of Jennifer McMahon’s novels, so I downloaded Don’t Breathe a Word. (Thanks, Chicago Public Library!) It was creepy and bizarre, a grown-up fairy tale that reminded me of the movie Pan’s Labyrinth.
Have a good weekend, everyone! I’ll talk to you on Monday.