The time has come for baby bird to leave the safe PST nest and become a full fledged volunteer. That's right, every thing is ready to go and I swear in tomorrow morning taking my oath and officially becoming a volunteer. Today was our final HUB day and a reminder as to why I am so ready to get out on my own. However, something to brag about is that I came in second place in the community passport challenge, which I didn't know was a challenge...I just had a lot of free time during my site visit....and I won 2 books and a cd. One book is a couple of short plays in English, but set in a Bulgarian context and the other is a book of poetry in Bulgarian with the English translation. Again while I was really happy to win, another part of me was reminded of the fact that I will have to lug all of this stuff to my site on Saturday. I don't know if I did justice to the state of the railway system here because when I mentioned walking over the tracks, people seemed to elicit imagery similar to the T in Boston. Ok. Bulgaria sooooo not the T in Boston. Imagine 1980s New York graffiti on diesel engine trains. Granted not all trains are like that but this one certainly was. Also you have to hoist yourself and your luggage a solid 3 feet in the air since the trains are all above the platforms...if there is a platform. It's a little Wild Wild West but this is the last time I will EVER have to do this. That is not going to be fun but the great thing about physical pain is that you know that it will come to an end. I mean maybe that's not the "great" thing but you know what I mean. It's hard to believe that I've been gone for only 2 months, but at the same time it feels like I've been gone forever. I think that's partly because Bulgaria is trapped in this weird time warp when I sometimes feel like I'm still in the 80s or some bizzaro land. But I guess that's perfect for me since I thrive in the awkward moments of this place. Anyways I should finish packing. I'm not sure when I'll have internet again but I'll be sure to update everyone as soon as I do! When I find out my permanent address I would absolutely love some mail! Letters make me feel special and you may just get a postcard in return
The next time you hear from me I'll be a legit volunteer and living on my own...I'm not even going to talk about the irony right now in that I had to become a volunteer to afford living in my own one bedroom apartment.
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