I think blogging is something like keeping your room clean. If you do a little bit consistently it’s not big deal, but the second you let it go for too long it can be pretty daunting trying to handle everything that’s piled up.
So, sorry about being MIA there for a couple of weeks. In my defense though, I wasn’t just being a bum, I actually wasn’t here in Kyrgyzstan. I was on vacation in India of all places. It was a great time. I met a lot of really wonderful people, saw some amazing sites, gorged myself on (as far as I’m concerned) the best cuisine on the planet, and hung out on beautiful beaches to boot. But after two weeks away from Kyrgyzstan and almost three from Kara Suu, it was time to come back.
It was a strange feeling returning to Bishkek after basically turning my nose up at the real world for so long . Of course I miss my family and friends, Mom’s baking, and the places I’m familiar with in general back in the States, but until now I hadn’t really felt home sick specifically. Getting on a plane from somewhere foreign and exotic and returning to anywhere other than good ol’ Rapid City Regional though was, well, kinda tough. In a lot of ways Kyrgyzstan is still pretty foreign and exotic itself.
But at the same time the difference between this and the last time I flew into Bishkek was really marked.
I remember that first bus ride into the city in April thinking, “what the hell have I gotten myself into?” People drove like maniacs, I couldn’t read a single sign, and I was sure that sooner or later our bus would dodge the wrong way and wipe out a whole herd of sheep.
It’s still not home exactly (and who knows whether or not it ever could be) but nonetheless now it’s a place I know and am comfortable in.
I wasn’t worried about getting a safe ride into the city; The taxis are out the front doors of the airport and to the left and the fair price is 500 som. I wasn’t bothered by not knowing where I was staying ; If Interhouse didn’t have any free rooms, either Drake or Emily would have some couch space. And in the morning it would be no problem to use the bus.kg app on my phone to find the right marshrutka to get me to the Peace Corps Office (yes, there’s an app for that).
A couple of weeks off to recharge was sorely needed and even though its tough to come back to everything that makes the Peace Corps difficult, I’m also coming back to everything that makes it great too.
In summary, I’m glad to be back and ready to get back to it.