Weeks One-Hundred-and-Eight through One-Hundred-and-Eleven, My Last Post

Weeks One-Hundred-and-Eight through One-Hundred-and-Eleven, My Last Post

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Weeks One-Hundred and Eight through One to Hundred and Eleven/ June-July 2018

My Last Post

Summer

As my husband and I prepare to move for school, and as I close the chapter on my Peace Corps service, I will not longer be posting regularly on this blog. I created this blog for my Peace Corps service, from prior to departure, to my service, to adjustment. Therefore, while I plan to continue writing about my Peace Corps service, I will be posting in my (relatively) new blog mashafrommilwaukee.com. Although the blog is geared towards health and travel, it is relatively general. I hope you enjoy it!

Part of the reason it’s taken me so long to post this last post is because I haven’t been quite sure of what to write. So, excuse the word vomit…I’m excited for the next journey my husband and I are about to undertake, I love having our dogs back and living near family, but some days I just want to get on a plane and fly back to Uganda, not as a Peace Corps Volunteer, but just as me and my husband.

Thank you everyone who has read my posts and seen just a few snap-shots of the journey.

Week One-Hundred-and-Seven, My First Summer in Wisconsin since 2015

Week One-Hundred-and-Seven, My First Summer in Wisconsin since 2015

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This photo is from glamping in 2015.

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Week One-Hundred and Seven/ June 2018

My First Summer in Wisconsin since 2015

Summer

This is our first summer in Wisconsin since 2015. In the summer of 2015, my husband and I were applying to the Peace Corps, we weren’t yet married, I had only recently returned from my semester abroad in Russian and had just graduated from college. I remember soaking in that summer. As busy as we were, we knew it would probably be our last summer in Wisconsin for several years, and it was…

During the summer of 2015, I went on a graduate school road trip with my step-mom, traversing the country from Ann Arbor, Michigan, to New York City, to Atlanta, Georgia, and finally to St. Louis, Missouri. My then fiancé and I attended the bridal shower and wedding of my cousin, and we also absorbed each moment of camping with my family, devouring smores, and going on long bikes rides.

With this being our first summer in Wisconsin since 2015, I have loved the transformation into summer. I love the change in seasons, the mud of spring giving way to the lush verdant forests of southern Wisconsin. And, I love all that the summer brings, the seasonal custard shops open, the bike rides, and the family trips. These are things I love about being home.

Week One-Hundred-and-Six, Public Health this Spring

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Week One-Hundred and Six/ June 2018

Public Health this Spring

Spring/Summer

            Completing my Peace Corps Service as a Community Health Educator in Uganda nearly nine months before beginning my PhD program in Public Health in Milwaukee has meant that I’ve had the opportunity to explore other areas of health this spring and summer. I have been working part-time as a Spanish tutor, and full-time as a Fitness Trainer and have been able to complete my Personal Training Certification through the National Council on Strength and Fitness. I enjoyed completing the certification because it allowed me to explore community health from a different angle than I had previously, because an integral aspect of personal training includes learning how to do in-depth health and behavior questionnaires, which address barriers to exercise and healthy lifestyle habits.

Additionally, I have also had the opportunity to take health related classes that I did not have the opportunity to take during my undergraduate career. I was able to take Statistics (through a Math department), Nutrition and Weight Management, and two Psychology classes. Finally, and not related to public health, my husband and I have been living with my grandparents, which has been a lot of fun and it has been great to spend lots of quality time with them. Overall, I am happy with how I’ve been able to continue to build my knowledge of public health and that I have had lots of time with family.

 

Week One-Hundred-and-Five, One of My Favorite Days

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Week One-Hundred and Five/ May-June 2018

One of My Favorite Days

Spring

June 1st marked two years from when we landed in Uganda. Yet, through my Peace Corps service in Uganda one of my favorite days was the day we had an end-of-term party for the Story-Telling and Media Studies students. My husband and I, and one of the leaders of the club prepared the food, and when the students arrived, we had a blast; feasting, playing games, and celebrating the end of the school term. This is one of my favorite days of my service because of how both fun and normal the day was. People often have the expectation that when you do the Peace Corps every day is “exotic” and the people in “those” places are somehow different. This was one of my favorite days because it was a reminder that life happens everywhere, teenagers in Uganda love end-of-semester parties just as much as teenagers in the U.S., and knowing that life happens everywhere helps you understand that life can be normal anywhere, and that is beautiful.

I never expected to fall in love with Uganda the way I did, from my friends, to my work, to the red dirt that stained my feet and shoes. And part of the reason I loved it, a place I hadn’t even included in my Peace Corps application, was because it became home, daily life became normal, not strange, and because I was able to see myself as connected to that home, that home where we spent nearly two years.

In addition to one of my favorite days, one of my favorite things about serving in the Peace Corps and living in Uganda, was serving with my husband. We were able to grow and learn together, one of us wasn’t thousands of miles away with the other trying to explain the unexplainable. The experience, of moving abroad only several months after we got married, allowed us to grow together instead of apart and share something together we never would have otherwise shared.

Week One-Hundred-and-Four, 760 Days Ago

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Week One-Hundred and Four/ May 2018

760 Days Ago

Spring

760 days ago, we boarded a plane for Staging in Philadelphia, and I wrote:

“The black pleather airport seats are uncomfortable. I look to my left and maybe 20 feet away a pale woman sits slouched and yawns repeatedly, is she tired or trying to fill the silence? The terminal is nearly full, and no one is speaking. My husband is sitting next to me looking at the one small Uganda guide book we bought. The button on my purse says, “Peace Corps, Redefine Your Future” Well this is definitely redefinition…

            Eventually we board the small plane bound for Philadelphia. We first met with a recruiter and began our Peace Corps application in June of 2015, now, a year later, we’re finally leaving. Step one: Get to Philly, step two: complete staging, step three: get on a bus at 2am for New York, step four: catch and 11am, 15-hour flight to South Africa, step five: occupy ourselves for six hours, step six: get on another four-hour flight to Uganda, step seven: get on another bus to our staging site.

            As the plane ascends over the Midwest, the farms look like they’re stitched together like a patchwork quilt.  As we fly over Appalachia the small mountains look like green waves. Eventually, the Philly skyline comes into view and we land. Step one complete.”

A lot can change in two years. Uganda, for my husband and myself, went from the name of a country we had to look up on a map to home. Living in Uganda went from being strange and new to just being life, normal, and not less than life in the states, as so many Americans have tried to argue whenever I mention that we lived in Uganda. I’ve found that for many Americans, they cannot disconnect U.S. consumerism from their conceptions of what it means to live a high-quality life.

In returning to the US, there is distance between how I think I am supposed to feel and how I actually feel. I think I am supposed to feel elated to be back in Wisconsin, as if living in Uganda were some extended vacation. And while I am happy to be back in Wisconsin, I desperately miss Uganda, because Uganda was home. In some ways, how I actually feel is as though I’m going through the stages of grief. There is the denial (I’m not really back in Wisconsin, this is just some extended holiday before we go back to Uganda), the anger (I felt grounded and loved my job in the Peace Corps, I loved our home and I loved our routine, and while I am so grateful for the support we’ve had from family for the last six months I still feel very up-in-the-air), the bargaining (what should we have done differently, how can we get back to Uganda), the depression, and slowly, the acceptance. And, all of this, how I’m feeling, is okay, and I think many Returned Volunteers, and others who have lived abroad for extended periods of time can relate. I’m also sure I felt the exact same way after I returned from living in China, maybe even more so because I had never experienced grief for a place before living in China, because up until that point I’d spent my entire life living in southern Wisconsin.

Returning home is harder than leaving, yet the entire process is important. I don’t think I feel completely “returned”, I feel somewhere in between Uganda and the U.S., although moving ever closer to being “returned”, and by that I mean feeling like I am permanently in the U.S., not about to return to Uganda.

Week One-Hundred-and-Three, The Re-Entry Process, Framing

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Week One-Hundred and Three/ May 2018

The Re-Entry Process, Framing

Spring

Framing the Re-Entry period is important for processing your experience in a broader and intentional narrative.

Once the shock of too many choices in the grocery store, too many choices when buying coffee, enormous houses, and cars driving in the right lane wears off, you’re left with something very different. The fact that you are not only different but the way you see the world and behave within in it is different. Moreover, there is a need to redefine the adjustment process and how we frame it.

Melissa Park, an RPCV from Malawi wrote in her MA thesis “Ecocultural Adjustment: A Peace Corps Sojourn”, “My interpretations point to the profound need to reimagine the sojourner adjustment process as one of both mind and body, of culture and negotiation of the greater-than-human world, as not simply cultural adjustment but as ecocultural adjustment.” (2016, p. v)

There is a yearning after service, Park writes, “I miss so much of her [Malawi]. I long for the foods, the long walks, the lakeshore, the merciless jungle, the brilliant contrast of blue sky sitting on red clay, the feel of my friends’ hands in mine. I miss the pace of life, the magic of the earth, the talking sky… Yet I now live in a space where the land is covered in concrete, where I am protected from discomfort, where my feet stay clean.” (Park, 2016, p. 1) Returning to your home country is about so much more than mentally shifting back to where you once were. You are different, and there is negotiation between where you were, who you became, and who you want to be, and you desperately miss your country of service.

 

Park describes ecocultural adjustment in the following passage:

 

In dominant Western culture, communication is generally viewed as an exclusively human behavior, as “we tend to speak and think about nature as an objective environment (sans culture), culture as a built environment (sans nature), and communication as simply a means of saying something about each” (Carbaugh, 1996, p. 39). This discursive separation of culture and nature is problematic for sojourner adjustment to different geographical locations, as dominant Western perceptions of mobility and intercultural negotiation rarely emphasize experience with environmental factors, risking the exclusion of the body and its senses from this equation. This discursively indicates that sojourner adjustment is a strictly mind-centered process when, in actuality, the physical body also requires time to adjust to environmental elements, as well as establish or reestablish relations with the greater-than-human world. Extant intercultural communication theory is reflective of and contributes to this perception of cultural adjustment as strictly human-centered, as demonstrated by the overall lack of theory linking the cultural adjustment to greater-than-human factors. By retracing my own processes of adjustment, I interpret my experiences not as cultural adjustment but as ecocultural adjustment, in which both human-centered and environment-centered factors are inextricably vital to both conscious and subconscious adjustment. The concept of ecocultural adjustment creates space for and justifies adjustment processes that are not strictly cultural. In exploring these processes, this study also attempts to draw attention to and disrupt the human-nature divide lodged within extant intercultural adjustment and culture shock theory, emphasizing that the cultural is never separated from the greater-than-human.” (2016, p. 2-3)

 

            During ones Peace Corps experience, one is not simply an observer of a place who makes reports and then leaves, one develops a relationship with that place, a relationship in which one is not separated from nature.

 

I would recommend reading her entire thesis, which can be found through this link:

http://digitalrepository.unm.edu/cj_etds/56/

 

Week One-Hundred-and-Two, The Re-Entry Process, Stones

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Week One-Hundred and Two/ May 2018

The Re-Entry Process, Stones

Spring

            In the Blogging Abroad resources about Re-Entry, Dr. Cate Brubaker talks about “adding rocks” essentially, all of the small things that accumulate before and during re-entry and the importance of processing those “rocks” or “stones.” When you return home, you don’t simply go back to being who you were, and it can be pretty overwhelming, and processing it and addressing how you want to change the way you live your life is important.

You change living abroad for an extended period of time, no one’s arguing with that. But there’s so much more to it, how do you change how you want to live your life when you return home? You don’t simply revert to who you were before, you have choices to make about how you want to adapt your past experiences to your changed life, and that can be a very positive thing.

Going home does has a lot of positives, in that you can make the kind of adjustments that really allow you to live a global life (if that’s what you want), and live a life different than before, maybe one much more committed to the environment. You get to define what it means to be you in a space that’s not totally unfamiliar, and you get to share what you’ve learned with others. My husband is good example of this, since returning from Uganda, he’s been working as the program director for the Interfaith Earth Network in Milwaukee, combining faith and ecology, and is one of many players addressing the lead in Milwaukee’s water. He often remarks on how much he’s been able to apply from his work in the Peace Corps, and how it’s changed how we both chose to live. When looking for housing for when we return to school in the fall we looked for things like walkability to school and a grocery store, access to public transport, no lead paint, and good insulation and programmable thermostats, to reduce our carbon footprint.

Week One-Hundred-and-One, The Re-Entry Process, People’s Comments…

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Week One-Hundred and One/ May 2018

The Re-Entry Process, People’s Comments…

Spring

“My cousin went on a crusade to Zambia and he said he saw six-year-olds carrying babies on their backs. They gave out tons of candy to the kids when they were there, those kids had nothing.”

“It was so good of you to help.”

“People there must have really needed your help, that part of the world is a mess, we help to support a missionary family in Burundi.”

“Was it hot? Was it safe?”

Some Americans comments about Uganda and parts of Sub-Saharan Africa have been repugnant, demeaning, and dehumanizing. But the thing is, I don’t think the people making these comments would recognize them as abhorrent. They are surrounded by Save the Children ads, and fliers hung in their churches making desperate appeals to support the white people in a country in Africa. They have been inculcated into a culture, U.S. culture, that depicts peoples from Uganda, Burundi, Zambia, etc., as incapable of helping themselves, as dangerous, and in need of ‘saving.’ It’s repulsive. Moreover, when I try to challenge these ideas, for example 1) Zambia is ranked as one of the best governed countries in the world (http://www.businessinsider.com/legatum-institute-17-best-governed-countries-in-the-world-2016-11), 2) I am more likely to be shot in the US than Botswana (https://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2015/12/07/458815891/the-u-s-is-a-world-leader-in-gun-deaths), 3) Crusades can do a great deal of harm (https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/why-you-should-consider-cancelling-your-short-term-mission-trips/), and finally 4) that UGANDA, BURUNDI, ZAMBIA, AND MANY PLACES IN THE CONTINENT OF AFRICA ARE VERY NICE AND THAT THE PEOPLE IN THOSE PLACES ARE CAPABLE, INTELLIGENT, AND ABLE TO ADDRESS THEIR PROBLEMS, I am met with.

“Yes, but…”

Or worse,

“African Americans in the U.S. need to stop complaining about being poor, they don’t know how good they have it.” Yes, someone actually said that, someone actually said that and believes it.

Rooted not only in such comments, but the resistance to information that challenges those beliefs, is deep seeded racism, from people who I am sure would deny they are racist. But they are racist.

I strongly suggest reading the following articles: “4 ways Americans are taught the ‘white savior complex’ (and what we can do about it)” https://matadornetwork.com/change/4-ways-americans-taught-white-savior-complex-can/

And, “The White-Savior Industrial Complex” (which I have recommended before, but please read it again) https://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2012/03/the-white-savior-industrial-complex/254843/

As tough as the re-entry process is, I am learning to see it as important in order to challenge people’s misconceptions. It’s also Peace Corps Goals Three, “To help promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.” (Peace Corps, About)

 

Week One-Hundred, The Re-Entry Process, When Other Things Stay the Same.

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Week One-Hundred/ April 2018

The Re-Entry Process, When Other Things Stay the Same.

Spring

For me, re-entry, or returning to my home country, has always been more difficult than going abroad. You are different, but for the most part your home has stayed the same.

Getting off the plane was surreal. Little things, like buying a coffee was overwhelming, there were so many choices. Driving a car was terrifying. Especially because Ugandans drive on the left side of the road…My parents live in the same places they lived in before we left, they still frequent the same diners, they still have the same breakfast routines.

Re-entry and reverse culture shock are tough. For you, the person returning, there has been a fundamental shift in your thinking and outlook in the world, and yet everything else is largely the same, and people still view you the same way, just adding, “so, how was the Peace Corps?” How do you navigate your differences in a familiar space without simply adjusting to the status quo?

I suggest checking out the following videos from:

https://www.bloggingabroad.org/re-entry/

And read the following article: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/ross-szabo/the-hardest-adjustment-in_b_1664605.html

Week Ninety-Nine, The Water Gang

Week Ninety-Nine, The Water Gang

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Week Ninety-Nine/ April 2018

The Water Gang

Spring

This post was written by a good friend of mine, Andrea. Please take five minutes and consider donating. I don’t think I’ve ever asked for donations on this blog before, so you know it must be a worth wild project!

‘I’m so excited about this project – led by a friend of mine who is dedicated to empowering the people who are most vulnerable to climate change. I went on a field study of hers in Cuba, where I learned how climate change is effecting people there – right now—and how they’re responding to it. I was so inspired to make changes in my everyday life – and one of the things I’m doing is sharing about “La Pandilla del Agua” – The Water Gang!

The Water Gang is a group of ten students who are learning about their local watershed in San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico – and the health crisis caused by water contamination. They hope to make a video to share with their community to create awareness around the problem. The ultimate goal — to get a solution on the table for the July election! In the meantime this video would change the consciousness of the community as they hear about a local problem from their own local youth.

Please give what you can using the link below and share this link and this amazing story!

With every donation, you’ll be helping empower these young people to make a difference!’ – Andrea

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