When I began this blog, I made it a goal to post at least once a month. “One blog post every four weeks,” I said to myself, “How hard could that be?” Let me tell you something, once life starts to pick up in Peace Corps, it really picks up!
Over the course of the past month and a half, I have wanted to write about so many things. The first was the beauty of snow and the joy it can bring. In mid-January, my village was blanketed with a few feet of snow. Ever since I was a child, snow has brought me a sense of euphoria. Even in Boston, when other students would moan about the upcoming storm, I cherished it. Every droplet, every flake, was a reminder of how beautiful life and nature can be. I and my fellow Moldovans were saddened that we didn’t have a white Christmas, but a few days later we were greeted with a blizzard!
The snow began early on Thursday morning. As I walked to school, the wind beat my face and the ice felt like shards of glass; but I couldn’t help but smile. Arriving at school, I had icicles hanging from my hood and my face was red and raw. I could feel an energy in the air – the students could barely contain their excitement as they ran through the halls to look out the window. Classes ended early and we were promised a snow day on Friday. You can imagine how that went over with the children of my village.
Early Friday morning, I decided to leave my home to walk around my community. The storm had subdued and the snow had settled. The sun glistened off the snow crystals and the cold air awakened my lungs. There was a hush about the village – the kids had yet to disturb the perfect wind-swept dunes and the crowing roosters and howling dogs seemed to agree to let peace take over, at least for just a while. After lunch, my host nieces and nephews arrived with sleds in hand and I took them to a hill close to my home. Gathered there were several of my students from all grades. I could hear them gasp and whisper to each other, “Domnul Amir is coming!” Somehow, I became the target of a vicious snowball fight. It was all against one until a third grader came to my rescue, alerting me anytime someone was coming up behind me to fill my face with snow. My site mate, Beth, also joined in and was the second target of the snowball war. I laughed harder than I have in a long while. It brought me back to my own childhood, waking up early to watch the news and waiting to see if our classes were canceled for the day. The whole experience just reminded me that no matter where we are born, we are more similar at the core than we may realize.
I would be lying to you if I said it was all positive, though. Another promise I made to myself as I was creating this blog was to be as brutally honest as possible, including both the good and the bad. Winter is hard. Many people in states suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, and it is a well-known and accepted reality. Unfortunately, in Moldova I have felt the effects of SAD more so than in the past. The sun didn’t rise until 8AM and it got dark around 4PM which inadvertently forced me to be homebound after work. My home is heated by a wood fire, and we only lit the heater at night, leaving the mornings extremely cold. Most of you know me as a social person, so not seeing people after the sun went down was very difficult. However, I have finally found some coping mechanisms that work for me. I decided to pick up the guitar, a task much harder than I had initially anticipated. I am working out (don’t laugh, it’s really happening!) and I am trying to read more books. Creating a daily schedule that I try and stick to has been my saving grace. Now that the sun is starting to rise a little earlier and go down a little later, I can already feel my tension begin to lessen.
To leave you on a brighter note, I am really loving my job. We as volunteers were told to sit back and really try to observe the first few months of service. I attended Romanian and Russian lessons taught by my partners or other teachers, I talked to students, and I taught my classes. Now, however, I’m ready to be more active. The teachers have started to notice I am good with technology, so I am helping with every PowerPoint and every movie presentation. I have applied to more PC committees and I am participating in international campaigns to raise awareness about human trafficking and modern-day slavery. I started a youth-based leadership club that meets once a week, and the ideas that these children have about problems in their community and country makes me feel positive about the future of Moldova. Filling up my hours with activities at school and in my community has brought me back to why I’m here in the first place. I’m busier and I’m happier. Don’t worry, I still find plenty of time for a good Netflix binge.
Below is a video of some of the students from the leadership club attempted to undo their human knot.