Peace Corps Family
Being a third year volunteer is strange…I am still a volunteer but sometimes I feel like I am a part of something else. My Peace Corps family who I had being my strong support is now missing from my life. The nearest Peace Corps volunteer is now a 45 minute bus ride away, which seems impossible compared to Savaii, where I could run there in 30 minutes. All of the volunteers are away from the capital, leaving me alone all the time.
Just as my group was a close family, the group after me is a close family, who sometimes forgets me, their older sister. I don’t let it bother me too much as I have other things to preoccupy my time. Being in such a small country for several years I have met so many new people, even in cities where I was not living, so my new friends help me to keep my sanity.