Category: Transition

  • We’ve Been Given a Home Where the Buffalo Roam…

    It is 4:20 in the morning. A gentle rain has been holding steady since 3, and I have reason to believe that one of the many pigeons outside the window is snoring… as I should be….

    … On the last leg of our flight to Nepal, we reviewed our extraordinarily limited Nepalese, visited with tourists from Indonesia, and slowly woke from our jet-lagged stupor. Twenty-two hours in the air with in-between times spent in airports since Friday had been taking its toll. However, when we descended close enough to catch glimpses of our home for the next 27 months…..it made up for all the travel torture. Thirty-one friends who were strangers just a few days earlier squished together to peek out the small airplane windows. There was a stunned silence on the plane, broken every once in a while by a whispered voices saying, “Oh my God”, “We’re finally here.”, “I can’t believe it.” There was cheering and clapping upon landing and thirty-one tired, but enthusiastic smiles broke out.

    A staircase was wheeled out to meet our small plane as we all fought to see, smell, and hear our new home. Nepal does smell different, similar to Southern Louisiana, but … well… more Nepali. Musty and humid heat greeted us between the plane and bus that taxied us back to the airport building. Upon entry, we were given Khatas (a ceremonial scarf) and met by the United States’ Nepali Ambassador Peter Bodde, his wife, and the staff of Peace Corps Nepal. As the dignitaries welcomed us, we were surprised that they seemed to know who all of us were and details of our background, such as where we were from and what schools we went to.

    The airport was small for being so busy, and had a great feel of historical preservation with gorgeous woodwork everywhere. We posed for pictures, and then nervously waited at the baggage turnstile for our bags (last seen in Chicago, well before the transfer between United and Silk air lines). Luggage gradually appeared, and relieved Peace Corps Trainees (PCT) were shepherded through customs and out into the bright Nepali air.

    We filled one small bus with our luggage before filling two more with PCTs. Some of us pulled cameras out, while the rest of us stared, eyes wide, out the bus windows traveling through the Kathmandu streets with little interplay between us and the Peace Corps staff riding on the bus with us…these strangers to whose care we had blindly entrusted ourselves and our belongings. It was awesome.

    The bus trip was short but intense, providing some of the best ‘opportunities lost’ for picture after picture, due to window reflections, sudden swerving, abrupt stops, and enormous potholes. The people are gorgeous here. The architecture is unreal and spectacular in its decay, growth, and detail. The area is also verdant in super greens, glowing in the healthy plants growing from balconies and vacant lots jutting from overworked constructions. Sometimes we could see these spaces occupied with cattle, goats, or the occasional harried looking chicken.

    The bus dropped us off at a training compound for the duration (five days) of orientation in a ‘suburb’ of Kathmandu. We have a room above the mens’ dorms, overlooking a small green space (with up to 4 cows), a beauty school, and a number of houses. One building across from our room window provides morning dance exercise… starting around 5A.M. every morning, and is very loud. So far, however, I’ve been waking up well before they start, so have been groggily watching them arrive before sun up, joining in a few motions before heading into the shower, and then watching them leave in the early dawn.IMG_4199

    The crickets sound strange here and the corvids are not the same at all. They have grey hoods and are very (Very) large. Possibly Jack-Daws. We’ve also seen lizards, small spiders, many different birds, goats, chickens, cattle, and small white nocturnal animals that are jumpers. The rest of our group has seen big snakes and rats…..one that emerged from the toilet just as the volunteer entered the ‘charpi’(bathroom) There are a great many doves (pigeons) that roost around our windows, and we constantly hear them when in our room.

    We’re hoping they keep the spider population down.

    The Nepali people are as curious about us as we are of them, we have been exchanging stares, smiles, and “Namastes”, while observing and listening to this culture, so new to us. I think I see a strong relationship evolving with these wonderful people in the future.

    This first week, we’ve learned how to use an eastern toilet, how to discretely bathe at a public tap, and how to wash tons of laundry by hand. Our awareness of the value of clean water has increased tenfold as we’ve learned to avoid letting any unfiltered water pass our lips. No drinking tap water, no eating fruit that might have been washed in tap water, and…..no brushing our teeth with tap water (tap water can’t even be used to rinse our brushes). We are adapting as quickly as possible to the Nepali world. Progress seems slow at times (especially learning the language), but we are actually moving at a quick clip toward integration. Today’s accomplishment was giving up silverware. We will often eat with just our right hand fingers during the rest of our stay in Nepal.

    Today we also found out where we will be living for the next nine weeks and who will be in our cluster (the five of the 31 Peace Corps Volunteers who we will work closely with, through the rest of PST). On Friday afternoon, all of us will travel on the winding mountain road to our training site (it has been suggested that we take motion sickness pills for the trip if we even think we might need them) and meet our pre service training host families. Our particular host family consists of six family members, some who are vegetarians( a lottery win for us). Their home is 2.5 km from the training site. They own four water buffalo and five goats. We’re hoping to be able to say a few sentences to them by the time we meet. In our present state….that’s a very high hope.

    Greetings from Nepal, y’all! Namaste!

  • Extravert..ical

    Staring at things seems to help. Kinda… during this last week in country.

    We stare at people and cars and planes. We stare at cats. We stare at kids. We stare a lot at kids (they offer entertainment and expect little). In between staring, we are attentive to items that are on “The List”. It gets shorter and shorter, which makes us feel accomplished. Then it suddenly gets longer and a panic attack nears.

    Then we stare…

    Different people have different reactions to stress. Some folks like to go out and party hard, working it out physically with others. Vee and I like to find a dark room to read or watch a movie alone1. But, here at the beginning of our new journey, we have a great many goodbyes that must be said as we leave our old journey behind.

    So then… do you see the pull? We would rather be alone, but we’d rather be with everyone. Our core introvert natures are getting over-ruled by our limited time social needs. It seems like the only thought process we can think about and the only conversation subject we speak of is “The List” and Nepal. Both of which are interesting (at least to us), but we’re starting to worry that we’re not really conversing with people. We are just talking at our friends and family, and when we aren’t talking at them, we’re just staring at them. Our heads are in two places.

    Did I just say something? Did I have a point, or am I just spitting out random facts?

    “Look at that cute Kid. Ha, ha! Wait… what did you say?”

    “I think so, Brain, but isn’t that why they invented tube socks?” 2

    We’ve one more social day on our calendar, and then we’re slamming doors and shutting the factory down. We will miss everyone, and the opportunity to see folks a lot, but we are going to need a bit more sanity to make our plane on time.

    Do we have enough batteries? Did I pack my Kindle cord? Was I just thinking about something? I think it was important? *stare*

    1 Alone in this case means with each other.

    2 Pinky and the Brain reference.

  • From the Mountains to the Prairies to the Oceans…..

    Patriotic Edgar

     

     

     

     

    You know when you are dancing and suddenly realize you have been looking at your feet through the whole dance?
    This is the way our world has been spinning recently … through those days and nights and the rises and sets of the sun that fall between. Each spin has flung a few more material things off into nooks and crannies of loved ones, or off into the wilds of the whirring world. Each step is deliberate, weighted with consideration, timed with the partner, and paced to the beat of the world around. But, through it all, is an unsettling lack of awareness of the ‘dance floor’ as we ‘stare at our feet’ in disbelief.

    Sun-up at Willow’s Court Apartments

    Our leap into homelessness turned out well. We spent the last night packing and moving until sun-up, taking this last picture from the apartment before dragging the last load to the kids and grabbing a short nap on their couch. The next few days we spent sorting through all kinds of stuff. It was very difficult to look at an item and decide if it should go into the small ‘Nepal’ pile, the small ‘storage’ pile, or the huge ‘sale’ pile. The items hopped from one pile to the other…..and some…back again, often ending with yet another disgusted toss in the “Sale” area. Unfortunately, we ran out of sorting time before we ran out of stuff to sort last week. So, when we return to Seattle from our current travels, there is more purging and repacking to do…the goal to make our two-year footprint smaller. (Right now it’s more an overweight “leg-print”)

    Gus and HarLee have moved in with some fantastic ladies in Salem, Oregon and seem to be doing well. We’re very happy to have such a safe welcome home for them and feel lucky their foster parents send a daily feline adjustment report. We’ve left Des with the Seattle family, and will be returning to check in with him soon. We hope he is behaving himself.

    Our current travel began last Sunday morning when we left Seattle for the Meeting of the Moms (Denver Mom and Nashville Mom). The first leg of the trip from Seattle toDenver was overall uneventful, although we were able to see interesting scenery and one cute antelope along the way: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Rp1r7lAxN4&feature=youtu.be

    Once we arrived in Denver late Monday night, we collapsed at Stew’s Mom’s house, stirring long enough to read an incoming e-mail alerting us that our Nepal Peace Corps group would Stage in Chicago. We also managed to spend a few hours on some intense brother, sister-in-law, nephews, and niece quality time.

    Wednesday morning, we took to the road again, this time with Stew’s Mom at the wheel. Stew’s Mom is a driver, enjoying long cruises across the country, so we were happy to have her solid help with the helm, as well as the wonderful companionship she offered. This portion of the trip was much more difficult. We hit a number of storms and road construction that made driving difficult and dangerous. Luckily, we escaped unscathed. During this Prairie leg of the trip, we passed through St. Louis, where Vee spent her grade school years, as well as Southern Illinois, where she graduated from high school. Ahhhh….memories…

    We arrived in Nashville late Thursday night, and Friday morning the Moms got to meet, thus, a successful trip. Now we’re chillaxing in the beautiful state of Tennessee, watching feral cats slowly wander by the windows and enjoying the cool evening breeze……of the AC.

    We will be here until early tomorrow morning before heading back West, stopping in Denver for a few more days of visiting, and then picking up the pace to get back to Seattle for our final approach, leaving for Staging on the 3rd, registering on the 4th, and shipping out to the toughest job we’ll ever love on the 5th.

    The trip through the western portion of the country this time has been extra enjoyable. Knowing we will be away from our United States is making us appreciate our American cultures, our American environments and our Americanisms much more than usual.

  • Major Tom to Ground Control

    V & E

    Four…..weeks….left.

    I’m not even sure what I feel at this point. A cocktail of emotions seem to be spinning through my system chaotically with very little rationale. They hit at odd moments and disappear without reason. I may even be feeling some emotions I’ve not felt before. Emotions I don’t recognize. Many years ago, when I was in psychotherapy, my doctor gave me a poster with dozens of those little ‘happy face’ type fellows listed on it. Each one of the little dots expressed a different emotion. I was to refer to this poster on a regular basis, staring at these little yellow guys in the hopes of identifying the emotion I was feeling at the moment. I wish I knew what I did with that poster. I think I could use it now.

    The stress surrounding the required preparation for leaving the states seems to have gone round the bend into a land of tranquility. It is hard to organize my thoughts and remember everything that needs to be done before the September 3rd departure date. I know I’ll forget something, but I feel it will be ok. It will work out…somehow. So, until I leave, I will plug along, doing what my muddled brain remembers to get done. More importantly, I will eat what I want to eat, listen to music I love, and take long hot showers. I will continue to stare at everything and everyone around me in amazement. I will continue to live on the edge of crying because of the beautiful, painful, and bittersweet moments I encounter. And I will continue to tightly hug each person I come in contact with….as if it may be the last time I get to hold them in my arms.

    There is major challenge and struggle ahead. Until it is time to experience it, I will continue to “be”. I will continue (as recommended by one of our Peace Corps Co-horts) to “take it all in”.

  • Carrington Migration Begins

    (C) James Hammond   https://www.flickr.com/photos/jameshammond/
    (C) James Hammond,  https://www.flickr.com/photos/jameshammond/

    Last night we packed up Desi, his bed, brush, treats, catnip, etc…and moved him to his new temporary home here in Seattle. I spent last night with Des in his new digs and will spend one more night here while he is adapting.  Meanwhile, Stewart has been successfully ensuring Gus and HarLee have parental supervision to keep them from making prank calls and TPing the neighbors.

    Gus n HarLee
    Gus ‘n HarLee

    Monday afternoon, Stew and I will cat-herd Gus and Harlee to the car and head south to Oregon, where they will vacation and spa for two years with some lovely ladies. We’ll spend one night with the kids there to help them become accustomed to their new world, before we come back to Seattle for the final push.

    By August 1st, this branch of the Carringtons will find themselves depending on the ‘kindness of strangers’……..well….actually the kindness of friends and family. We will essentially be homeless until we arrive in Nepal on September 7th. Wagons Ho!!!!!