Mail, Round II

Now that I again have a home, I will again be receiving mail! Back to my first mailing address, so please send anything and everything from here on out to my P.O. Box in Coban:

Cuerpo de Paz
Apartado Postal 66
Coban, Alta Verapaz 16001
Guatemala, Centro America

*Helpful tips:
-Only send packages/letters through USPS. FedEx, DHL, UPS, and other private companies will tax me heavily upon receiving such mail.
-Write the above address in full, in RED marker. It looks more official and is more likely to get to me quickly.

And while any and all mail will surely make my day (letters and postcards, please!), here's my updated wish-list for care-packages, as requested:

1. Almond butter and/or raw almonds
2. Quinoa
3. Dark chocolate peanut M&M's
4. Your thoughts, ideas, recipes, new music discoveries...surprise me!
AND
5. Seeds for a garden project (vegetables and/or herbs: in particular I'm not sure I can find seeds for Okra, Kale, or Zucchini here but feel free to surprise me!)
6. Children's/Young Adult books/magazines in Spanish (used or new) for the Campur library project! (some in English would be okay, too!)

Home at last

I'm home I'm home I'm home!!

I arrived in Campur a short while ago after an exhausting day of travel. But I'm here at last. It looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same as I remember. My house is moldy and covered in cobwebs and dead cockroaches, but nothing a good cleaning won't take care of. It's just so amazing to be back here after two months of thinking I'd never live here again...so here it begins: Peace Corps Guatemala, Part II. There's no stopping me now.

Dear Jessica and Emily

Dear Jessica and Gouldy,

Happy happy birthday to the both of you!! It seems that it was just yesterday that we were celebrating your joint birthday in our Tompkins apartment. I miss you both, and wish you the best of days! This will surely be a good year!

Love you!
Hannah

Dear readers

Dear Cartas de Lejos readers,

More so than I had ever imagined, Cartas de Lejos has become such an important part of my PC experience. It's given me a way to record my thoughts, my experiences, and perhaps most importantly, to communicate with those of you back home and beyond. I owe you all--friends and family alike--a big thanks for the support and encouragement you've given me over the past two months (and the eight months before that!). My readership during the siege was at an all-time high, and I know that it was due to your added attentiveness during this time of doubt and insecurity. I thank you all for your continued support during my PC adventure...it would be a whole lot harder to get through my struggles without it!

I love you all!

xoxo,
Hannah

Final Say Day: I'm going home!!

Just got the call from my APCD. I'm going back to Campur. Part of me still doesn't want to believe it. But it's happening. This Friday I'll be back in my site. I left on Deciember 21st to go home for Christmas. And 2 months 1 week later, I'm returning.

Sabiha and I spent the last few nights back at Monterrico (we figured we may as well spend the last part of this limbo living it up at the beach), and our last day there, walking along the beach, we both had the same thought: our lives are so crazy. This whole experience has been one of the least stable periods of my life; nothing was certain, and everything was apt to change in an instant. But now, coming out the other end of this mess, it's become clear to me that some good has come out of it all. By choice or not, I've spent the last two months traveling around this country, seeing things I never would have seen, meeting people I never would have met, and learning things I never would have learned. I've gone two months without privacy, without a home base, and without a plan. I've gone two months with two pairs of pants. This time has without a doubt been a true test of my patience, my stamina, and my ability to "go with it." But if nothing else, I'm coming out the other end much stronger. I've gained so much perspective about what I'm really here doing. And I've fallen in love with this country. I'm going back to my site excited as hell, and no challenges that await me there will dampen that.

Update

Just got back from the long-awaited update session at Peace Corps. Drumroll please....it looks like I'm going back to site. I'm not allowing myself to get excited yet; everything still depends on the official assessment that PC Safety will carry out this weekend in Alta. But the Guatemalan government announced earlier today that at midnight tonight the state of siege will officially be lifted. And my project specialist seems quite optimistic that my site, since it isn't in a "hot-zone" will indeed be re-opened, allowing my (and my site-mate's) return.

I'm hesitant to start making plans as of yet...the PC staff will be contacting each one of us on Tuesday to notify us if we will be permitted to return to site. So again I wait. But things look promising, and I can't help but start to make plans and lists in my head about what to do when I get back to site. It will be 2 months and 1 week since I left, and I will have a lot of challenges to face. But if I got through integration, I know that I can get myself through re-integration. That's at least the hope.

Fog

Sometimes when I'm having a down day, I turn to my Daily Om's, daily yogic emails which I save in my gmail archive if I like them. Today, I turned to an old Daily Om entitled "Fog," that ended up really hitting the nail on the head for what I've been going through during this evacuation limbo.

"When we feel muddled and unfocused, unsure of which way to turn, we say we are in a fog. Similar to when we are in a fog in nature, we may feel like we can’t see where we’re going or where we’ve come from, and we’re afraid if we move too quickly we might run into something hidden in the mists that seem to surround us. Being in a fog necessarily slows us down by limiting our visibility...By and large, most of us prefer to be able to see where we are going and move steadfastly in that direction, but there are gifts that come from being in a fog...Then again, the fog may simply be teaching us important lessons about how to continue moving forward with extreme caution, harnessing our attention, watching closely for new information, and being ready to stop on a dime."

Off to the beach tomorrow.
One day at a time.