Well, I am displaced, yet again, due to flooding. This time, only two days after my return. To say I would rather be in America right now is a massive understatement. I am beyond stressed. I just shed some tears in front of Rosie for the first time. Kru Moosa was also there to witness my momentary breakdown, making it all the more awkward and particularly humiliating. On a somewhat bright side, if there is one, I am slightly relieved they saw that side of me. I am hoping it can help them to understand that this is not a lifestyle I am accustomed to and it can often be overwhelming. Sometimes, I wonder if they remember I am not Thai. Sometimes, I wonder if they remember I am human.
I’d be lying if I said thoughts of ETing (early termination i.e. quitting) hadn’t crossed my mind. It’s hard (and only getting harder) to live like this when I feel like I don’t have a home or safe haven to return to. The home I do have causes me to anxiously lie awake at night when it rains, bracing myself for the morning’s verdict. Will I once again find myself under vulnerable circumstances, unsure of where I will temporarily be seeking refuge? Or will Mother Nature have graciously spared me from her havoc?
Again, due to Peace Corps’ seemingly apathetic response, I am left wondering just where the safety and security of volunteers ranks amongst its priorities. A hefty portion of training was devoted to emergency protocol and we were assured that staff would be there for us in such situations. So why is it that when I call the emergency contact, no one answers? Why is it that when I finally am able to reach someone, they ask me what the plan is? Why is the only plan they suggest to make another volunteer in a nearby village, experiencing similarly severe weather, responsible for me? Why do we practice an entire evacuation drill only to never use it in the precise scenarios it should be used for? Instead, I find myself unsupported during the times I need it most. I am left to fend for myself amidst the unfamiliar and completely overwhelming chaos, leaving me asking myself what I am even still doing here.
While my pride has previously landed me in some less than ideal situations, it is currently my saving grace. If it wasn’t for my pride, I would have thrown in the towel and booked a one-way flight home at the site of villagers, once again, paddling makeshift boats down my street this morning. At this point, I’m just curious exactly how far one’s pride can take her.