I would like to say that this is the last post about mov­ing in, but I’m very excit­ed about my futon deliv­ery on Thurs­day, so there will prob­a­bly be a pic­ture of that as well. These mov­ing-in pic­tures and posts are what is hap­pen­ing in my life right now, but they are not inter­est­ing for more a few sec­onds. I’m sup­posed to be in the Peace Corps, and yet here I am buy­ing fur­ni­ture, sil­ver­ware, dish­es, and clean­ing my apart­ment like any­where else. It some­how does­n’t feel dif­fer­ent or spe­cial enough, but that is the real­i­ty of Peace Corps Mex­i­co. There are ongo­ing dis­cus­sions among those of us that stayed in the area about our qual­i­ty of life here in Mex­i­co, and hypo­thet­i­cal com­par­isons to what it must be like to have just a hut with dirt floors. There can be no real com­par­i­son, because we are here, liv­ing in cities where we need/have (plen­ty of) fur­ni­ture, a refrig­er­a­tor, and most of us are get­ting high-speed inter­net at home.

I was pre­pared to go to Africa, or so I think. I’m not unhap­py to have a great apart­ment here with a big kitchen and a roof ter­race. Still, there is a mix­ture of guilt, con­fu­sion, and dis­sat­is­fac­tion about this assign­ment — most­ly deal­ing with the pri­ma­ry project assign­ment. How­ev­er, that is where the inde­pen­dence at the work site is already good, and I’m work­ing towards the goals that I want. Away from train­ing, able to con­trol my life again, it feels more like the Peace Corps that we were told to expect, where you have to come up with ideas and how to imple­ment them your­self, except that our projects are not tra­di­tion­al com­mu­ni­ty-based projects. I’m still learn­ing to accept that there is noth­ing wrong with that, because there are plen­ty of oppor­tu­ni­ties for com­mu­ni­ty ser­vice. And, still I’m won­der­ing if PST is as uni­ver­sal­ly hat­ed as it was here.