Ukrainian Beginnings
August 4, 2009Today I accepted an invitation to join the Peace Corps.
In less than two months, I’ll be on a plane to Ukraine to teach University English. The whole concept blows my mind. I’m getting to use my MFA for something – and learn a new language or two [think Ukrainian and Russian]. The whole thing is a fountain of wealth for a memoir. I feel like I’ll end up following in my mentor’s footsteps. His first published book a memoir about bicycling the west at 20 and 40. Hopefully I can tread the line of cultural awareness, personal experience, and life back home. I know have the talent to tell the story, I just hope the story creates its own narrative for me to follow – like the yellow brick road.
And yet, life has been weird. When you think you’ll finally stop looking for love, it stumbles into your lap with a few well placed compliments. And it’s not that it’s love. But, it’s a boy. One that I can’t get out of my head, and I like it that way. Though I’m currently missing him like crazy and pestering everyone about it, and I apologize for that. But it’s nice to have someone humoring being with you – even when there’s an ocean between you. Someone humoring traveling to Europe – getting a passport, saving for the trip, just to spend time with you. Even having someone meet you half way before you go. Only time will tell if this is destined for greatness. But for now, he makes me happy.
