This is the post that I've been dreading for quite some time. I don't like dealing with confrontations and this is a major one. But, as the lyrics from Alice in Wonderland state, "The time has come...".
So, to all of my friends and family scattered from Ukraine to Oklahoma, I have to face the facts and let you know that my Peace Corps service is ending. Officially, it ended on Monday {June 11, 2012}. It's been a long time a'coming and when people recently asked me whether I'd be going back or not, I usually tried to skirt around the issue.
My time in Ukraine was wonderful and something that I will cherish forever. There were three things I really wanted to accomplish when I joined the Peace Corps: learn a new language, be immersed in a totally different culture, and travel. I'm fairly happy with the fact that I can basically check those three items off my bucket list {although the travel part will never be done!}. But it's still bittersweet. There are days that I've been here in the states and wish I were still in Ukraine. Those are the bad days, when I miss the more simplistic life of a Peace Corps Volunteer. But I've had a lot of good days since I've been here in Oklahoma.
I never could have dreamt that this chain of events would happen. Getting sick in February...which was really mono but we didn't know it...and then getting pneumonia while recovering from mono. It wasn't fun, but couldn't be avoided {no matter how much antibacterial hand sanitizer I used!}.
I am still recovering from mono. The recovery period can be months {and some people say it takes a full year...fingers crossed that that is not my case}. The past two weeks-ish have been better. I was finally given the go-ahead to start working out and jogged for the first time since January. Granted, I lasted all of seven minutes at a v e r y slow pace, but ya gotta start somewhere :) it also made my body hurt in ways that I had forgotten because I've been so inactive for the past 5 months. Five months. Of being sick. Let that settle in for a minute...
Since COS'ing {Close of Service, in Peace Corps lingo}, I have to make one more minor adjustment. Upon arriving in Oklahoma, it's been hard for me to say where "home" was. I really have just avoided saying "home" in general since being in OK {typical Lydia style}. When I lived in Ukraine, I called Kirovograd my home. I was from Oklahoma, but K-grad was my home. At one point during my service, I had a few Ukrainians comment to me that I called Ukraine home. I totally didn't see the weirdness of this. And I still don't. I had every intention of spending my two year service in Ukraine...so why wouldn't it be my home? But now, I have to change that and start calling Oklahoma home.
I'm not sure what the next few months will hold. Still resting. Helping my parents move to a different house in Norman. Doing design stuff for the new house.
I'm kind of in a funk right now and don't know what else to post in this entry...so I'm going to go ahead and hit publish. Perhaps more thoughts will come tomorrow :) but for today, that's all I've got.

