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May. 2nd, 2010 09:03 pm
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Something very deeply buried in me was stirred by seeing Baaba Maal on Thursday. I posted to facebook that I was feeling homesick, and was somewhat surprised when my relatives in Los Angeles responded, offering warmth and support. I am not homesick for Los Angeles; I'm homesick for the Gorgol. It has made me think about the nature of home.

When I was first driven from Nouakchott to Boghe, about three days in to my Peace Corps service, I was deeply spooked by the road. The Sahara is utterly unlike the Mojave or the Anza-Borrego or any of the other deserts I'd been familiar with in the U.S. I found that the only way I could keep the strangeness at bay was to listen to music, which became my strategy from then on. But somewhere in the middle of my second year, my tape player broke, and I was left without music for the entire eight-hour ride from Kaedi (the capital of the Gorgol) to Nouakchott. I didn't mind it. I wasn't shaken by the quality of the desert. When I tried to explain this to our Country Director shortly thereafter, she said, "It's become your home." That shocked me a bit, but she was right.

Life here is totally different from life in the RIM. Some of the differences are good. Still, there were ways in which a lot of soft touches were put on a hard life, and we don't have those softnesses here. You wouldn't pass someone on the street without saying hello, even if you didn't know them. You could negotiate terms when buying food; if you didn't have the cash on hand, you could promise to pay later, or you could eat at a total stranger's house. No one ever ate in front of anyone else without offering them food. There was tea everywhere. The bank employees would hand it around while you were waiting in line. People understood relationships. After 9/11/01, we were offered free phone calls home by total strangers, and vendors would try to give us discounts while telling us that the people who attacked our countries were not "real" Muslims, that God doesn't want to hurt people.

I made a lifetime friend over less than four days. I'm serious; I met her four days before I left the country, and we are still friends. She saw me off at the airport. This was not an unusual time period for making friends.

No one went to bed without eating if anyone had food at all, and no one needed to worry about not having a place to sleep. Ever. Your friends were lifetime friends, and there was absolutely nothing you could do to make them abandon you.

On a completely unrelated note went browsing for our wedding registry today. It was odd, but fun. I am very anxious that there be a good spread of things: things we need for every day, as well as for fancy occasions, and things that my grandmother (and younger/poorer friends and family) can buy for not much money and still feel that they've gotten us something good that will last us a lifetime. (I was really glad that my cousin had registered for a Pyrex set when I was in grad school; I had no time for original or artistic ideas, and no money, so I'm trying to be sensitive to those things.) It was wild to sit there picking out stainless steel silverware and good serving platters, even looking at china patterns. I felt so... domestic! Which, I suppose, I really am. Favorite hobbies include: cooking, gardening, reading. :-)

HOORAY!!

Feb. 24th, 2010 09:52 pm
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Dear God,

Thank you.

Love,

[livejournal.com profile] debboamerik.

Thanks should also go out to Attorney General Douglas Gansler, Governor Martin O'Malley (making me proud to be Irish today). Give them your support, Marylanders; they have a long road of legal battles ahead of them.
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We've been trapped in the house, more or less, since Friday afternoon. We went out to CVS (about a half block away) on Saturday; I've shoveled snow (and enjoyed it tremendously); there have been games and movies; we built a snowman; we even had an "I'm sick to death of being shut in"-type fight.

For the past week or so, I've been contemplating asking [livejournal.com profile] papertigers to marry me - asking sooner, rather than later. True, her engagement gift was not perfectly complete, but I've been working on it for two years now and it has been exceptionally hard to track down Nikki Giovanni for the purpose of autographing a book. Today, I decided to simply do it. I've been snowed in with [livejournal.com profile] papertigers (and the kittens) for five days, and neither of us has killed each other - in fact, we still love each other a whole lot. So after we briefly discussed DC marriage and what we would do if we got married, I simply went into the bedroom, got the book, hid it behind my back, ignored the trembling in my core, and asked her to marry me.

She laughed for a bit first. Then she said yes, and I immediately felt much better.

[livejournal.com profile] scooterbird, [livejournal.com profile] efbq, and their girls spent part of the afternoon squealing at us, as is their right. It was a happy thing. After all, if I have to get snowed in, there's really no one I'd rather be snowed in with than [livejournal.com profile] papertigers.

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