Earlier this month I celebrated my birthday for a second year in Moldova. Hooray for celebrating 33! Since this recent celebration, I have been doing some reflecting and thinking about life. After such reflections I thought I’d share some of these thoughts about celebrating another year as a Peace Corps Volunteer… where you find that your age doesn’t really matter.
- I am going to miss the reaction I have gotten when I was 32 and someone asked my age. I was often told I was saying it wrong in Romanian and reversing the numbers… “Oh, you mean 23… not 32.” (Why yes, thank you for correcting me.) That won’t be happening at 33.
- Sometimes I feel like I’m 3… especially when I speak in Romanian. I am pretty sure I sound like a 3 year old. “Give me this… please.” I’ve come to embrace that this is my reality, and I am okay with that.
- And then there are times I feel like I’m 13… mostly because I still live with a host family (whom I love). They know my whereabouts most/all of the time, plus I also don’t really decide what I eat for dinner anymore (which I’m not really complaining about). Oh, and there was that time when my host dad cut up my food for me…
As I celebrated my birthday earlier this month, I had a full weekend of low-key birthday celebrations. From a small gathering with a few friends to an epic surprise coordinated by a few youth and fellow Peace Corps volunteers and a nice evening at home with my host family. It was a wonderful way to celebrate another year — with new friends and a host family in a place I had never heard of 2 years ago. Plus, I got to chat with a few friends from home thanks to technology! As I reflect, I cannot imagine my life without being surrounded by these people and being here in Moldova… no matter what age I feel or how old I am told I “should” be.
Cheers to 33!