Peace Corps, Part Two

In December, a friend of mine told me about her plans to transfer from Romania to the Peace Corps Nicaragua program, an idea which had never occurred to me. I had considered extending my service in Romania or transferring to the TEFL program there, but my enthusiasm for staying in Romania, as much as I love it, eventually waned and was replaced with the desire to experience something new. I talked with our country director about transfer options and China's TEFL program quickly rooted itself into my brain and I applied to transfer. And was accepted. So here I sit after being home for one month and getting reacquainted with all the glorious things that I love about Nevada, those dusty hills and that dry sage breeze and all my family and friends, knowing that in one more month, I'll be back on a plane heading even farther away. To Chengdu for another round of PST and then to who knows where for two years of teaching English to university students. Why am I doing this all over again? I certainly went through some rough and low times, but now that Romania is in the past, those bad times pale in comparison to the good times. The mean people have been nearly forgotten and the kind ones bring my memories to life and make me smile. The government's corruption can no longer compete with the people's compassion. And I don't want this challenge to be over yet. I'm not ready to be an RPCV and to find that elusive next thing to do and to decide what my long term future entails. I still don't know what I want to do, so I'll continue with this temporary thing that is changing who I am and making me love life and breaking my heart all at the same time, over and over again. Put me back on the roller coaster, I'm not done yet.