Friendships
Feb. 14th, 2006 09:58 amTuesday 8:20 am
Happy Valentine's Day!
Carol and I were thinking last night about how much more difficult this experience would be if a) we didn't have/know one another and b) we didn't get along.
Because really, to stay in the Chimp Chateau all the time, and have no one to talk to, and nowhere to go for respite...
In comparison with every other community I've lived in, this one is the most separationist. The expats and the locals do NOT mingle at all -- not just outside the office, but really, IN it. In Entebbe, I love hanging out with Lilly or Richard -- but here, at 4:30, when the work day is over, people say their goodbyes and don't look back.
So, if you don't have an expat in your pocket, it's sort of a lonely existence. And I'm really happy to have Carol. As pocket expats go, she's ace.
That being said, she's leaving. Probably in about a week, but, after I go back to the Chateau tonight, the next time I come to her house to stay, it'll be the last time. What's worse is that because she has no idea where she's ever going next, we have no idea when we'll ever see each other again.
It feels like Annie (
woofa) all over again, and it's frustrating. At least with Annie I know I'm seeing her in Uganda in May, but when you take the time to get to know someone, and you spend lots of quality time with them, one-on-one, and you feel that Friend-Bond -- Carol and I have been enjoying movies every night together since November!
*sigh*
Also, it means that for my last 10+ days here, I'll not really have anyone to talk to. The Other Ben and Stuart are going into the field, Brad is leaving this Thursday, Delphine is already gone. It's just going to be very strange. Maybe I can wrangle my way into staying at the DFGFI house or with the new coordinator, Rita. Either way, I need somewhere to stay for my days at the office!!
I haven't heard back from my olive branch to Liz either, so I can't tell her what to expect or what to bring, or find out when she's coming. Either way, I'm gettin' out of here before elections! I realized yesterday that, despite my love of the routine and the chimpanzees of it all, I've really had enough of Goma itself.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Carol and I were thinking last night about how much more difficult this experience would be if a) we didn't have/know one another and b) we didn't get along.
Because really, to stay in the Chimp Chateau all the time, and have no one to talk to, and nowhere to go for respite...
In comparison with every other community I've lived in, this one is the most separationist. The expats and the locals do NOT mingle at all -- not just outside the office, but really, IN it. In Entebbe, I love hanging out with Lilly or Richard -- but here, at 4:30, when the work day is over, people say their goodbyes and don't look back.
So, if you don't have an expat in your pocket, it's sort of a lonely existence. And I'm really happy to have Carol. As pocket expats go, she's ace.
That being said, she's leaving. Probably in about a week, but, after I go back to the Chateau tonight, the next time I come to her house to stay, it'll be the last time. What's worse is that because she has no idea where she's ever going next, we have no idea when we'll ever see each other again.
It feels like Annie (
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*sigh*
Also, it means that for my last 10+ days here, I'll not really have anyone to talk to. The Other Ben and Stuart are going into the field, Brad is leaving this Thursday, Delphine is already gone. It's just going to be very strange. Maybe I can wrangle my way into staying at the DFGFI house or with the new coordinator, Rita. Either way, I need somewhere to stay for my days at the office!!
I haven't heard back from my olive branch to Liz either, so I can't tell her what to expect or what to bring, or find out when she's coming. Either way, I'm gettin' out of here before elections! I realized yesterday that, despite my love of the routine and the chimpanzees of it all, I've really had enough of Goma itself.