Countdown: Four more days before I am back in the United States

My summer in Negril, Jamaica is nearly over. More importantly, my 14 and a half months outside of the United States will end in just four days.

This year has been fabulous. Changing countries every three months has its challenges, but it is also has been amazing experience. Three months in each country has been just enough time for me to get used to a place, to figure out how things work, and to gain insight into the local culture. To see and learn so much in three months and then to uproot myself and my family to an entirely different place is an eye-opening experience. At its base, it is an incredible sensory adventure: each place smells, feels, tastes, sounds, and looks different from the last.

When we first arrive in a place, we have had to figure things out quickly: school for the kids, public transportation, where to live, where the grocery store is, and how to get my research set up. In Brazil, research, school, and a house seemed like an unattainable trinity, but it eventually worked out. Once all that is done, we settle into our new life and try and make sure we take advantage of the best each locale has to offer. Living like this, life is full of surprises, of new experiences, of adventures, and challenges. Admittedly, fourteen months is probably enough of living on the edge.

A few days ago, my husband and three kids went back to Kansas. I stayed behind in Negril to finish up my work here. My Fulbright-Hays award started on August 13, 2009, so I have to stay out of the United States until August 12, 2010 to finish the full 365 days abroad. It turns out that my last few days of solitude have been a very good thing for me.

As my family was planning to leave Jamaica, I was worried about how I would feel once they left. I anticipated missing them tremendously and being lonely during my last few days in Negril. I thought I might overwork myself because of boredom and return to the United States frazzled. However, it did not work out that way. When they left, I was on the phone constantly with my husband helping him get settled and doing online research and transactions for them. The constant phone contact helped me to miss them less.

When my husband and children left, I expended quite a bit of energy getting them packed and then making sure they would be able to get settled back into Kansas. They left on Tuesday. I spent nearly all day Wednesday online and on the phone doing things for them. Thursday and Friday were a bit less intense, but I was still involved. By Saturday, I had recovered from their move and had done most of what needed to be done.

Now, I have Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday to reflect on life and take care of myself. I will dedicate Wednesday to getting ready for my own move. Thursday morning, I am on a plane to Atlanta for a five day conference. Then, back to Kansas for the start of classes, meetings, and more meetings. My upcoming very busy schedule means that I really do need these next few days to relax, recover, and recuperate.

Having ten days in Negril to myself has meant that I have been able to relax and recuperate, as well as to prepare for my return. As we have already been in Negril for two months, I already have things figured out and have settled into a routine. Now that I have fully recovered from the family’s move back to Kansas, I can enjoy my last few days of this amazing year. I need and deserve a break, so am glad to have one!

Letter from Raymi, my six year old daughter, to Grandma


Monday, July 26, 2010

Dear Grandma,
I am in Jamaica. Here in Jamaica, we met Chucky. He is a nice guy. Chucky has a dog that is named Blondie. She had four puppies. Sally, the other dog, had four puppies. We only get to pet Blondie and Sally. The puppies are too little to pet. Whitey, the other dog, had four puppies before we got here. Chuck gave two away. One of the other two died, and the other disappeared. We don’t know what happened to her. It is a mystery.

First we went to Jamaica, then we went to Guatemala, then we went to the Dominican Republic, then we went to Brazil, then we went back to Jamaica. We had a cool vacation.. Soon we are going back to Kansas. When we go back to Kansas, my birthday is almost coming. Today, we are going to the water park.

In the Dominican Republic, I went to school. At school, you could buy stuff in this place called the coffee shop. There wasn’t any coffee there. There was one thing that all of the class liked - pica piedras - (Fred Flintstone) it has candy inside. My favorite thing from the coffee shop was Fred Flintstone candy.

I am so happy we are in Jamaica. I have two friends here named Nikaya and Jayim. But, I don’t really play with Nikaya; sometimes she is a little mean. She likes my sister Soraya but she likes me too. Jayim, yeah, he plays with me. Sometimes I go to his house. Sometimes he comes to my house. He has a friend named Kayim. We really play a lot inside my house.

Grandma, are you going to visit us in Kansas? 

In Guatemala, I had lots of friends. I had eight puppies, one dog, two turtles, and two rabbits. At first, we couldn’t pet the puppies. Then, the other day, she let me pet them. Then, we could take them outside. When we were first in Guatemala, I had school. Then, we moved and I didn’t have school anymore.

Our other cousins who live in Miami have a playground at their house. We visited them on the way back from Guatemala.

In Brazil, we had school and I talked Portuguese there. Now, I know how to Portuguese and I never forget: “eu pode falar portugues.” My teacher is named Renata. She was my best teacher. I had my best friend there, her name was Isabelle, well Isadora in Portuguese. In Brazil, I only had one friend. In Brazil, I had six pets - two dogs, one cat, one chick and one duckling. One duckling died because our friend dropped it when we first got it. It wasn’t running from me anymore because it was sick. We put a blanket on it and buried it. One chick died because the cat got it. The other chick died because Manchas, Spots, the dog, he ate it. We thought they were going to grow, and the chick and duckling that didn’t die did grow. The chicken grew bigger than the duck. The chicken was very fat. The chicken was Soraya’s and the duck was Tatiana’s.

Grandma, are you going to send me a message?

I love you Grandma, bye.

Raymi