Christmas for Georgia is January 7th (can't say that too many times), but 8 of us volunteers got together at an expat's house to have a Christmas party in a land of bacon cheeseburgers and wireless internet-- those Americans who live here and get paid have a much different standard of living than the rest of us-- and so I'm usurping my sitemate's laptop to take ten seconds and say Merry Christmas! I didn't end up spending it in my room alone listening to Christmas carols... rather, we had hot cocoa, played Scattergories, and watched It's a Wonderful Life. And it's snowing! Rather perfect, minus the whole 8000 miles away from friends and family thing.
But nay! A Christmas blog posting is not the time for whining. It is the time for being thankful that I'm still in the Peace Corps, that I got a cushy assignment that makes it more likely that I'll be here for the whole two years, that I'm in the 21st century Peace Corps and can actually communicate with people I miss, that my Georgian language acquisition is coming along, that that the other people in Peace Corps are not the pot-smoking non-bathing hippies I thought they'd be, and that I'm not dead. You can't be too thankful for not being dead.
Merry Christmas!
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2 comments:
Happy new year, Jen!
Didi madloba, Lisa! Gilotsav akhal tsels to you too!
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