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Alei's adventures in Ukraine

Weird Quirks I’ve Developed March 30, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — aleicook @ 8:15 pm

So one of the biggest changes in the last 6 months (yes, I made it to the 6 month mark 🙂 ) is the amount of time I spend alone.  Between the constant companionship that college provided & the endless joys of living with 2 little brothers & 2 dogs, days to myself were rare & not extremely coveted.  Things are different now to say the least. Most of my time is spent unaccompanied- I do all my errands alone, travel solo, & go for long walks around town by myself.  It sort of reminds me of that scene in Rocket Man where he has to be in the solitude station for a full 24 hours, but luckily I have yet to follow suit & break out the sock puppets.  I’m a big fan of independence, but must say all this time alone with my thoughts has been a bit revealing.  It’s not lonely per say, but it has led me to discover how much I value experiencing & talking through basically every trivial thought or event with my loved ones, & just how weird I am/have become without you all.  I tend to prefer people with a quirk or two, but I must say I’m a bit concerned with the sheer volume of weird habits I’ve managed to pick up.  So to illustrate here’s a list that’s about as comprehensive as I can handle right now.

  • Spider hunting- I thought I might have beaten my arachnophobia but alas the new bravery only applies to daddy long legs that aren’t moving & are extremely far away.  Everything else still freaks me out & elicits all sorts of weird behavior.  For instance, last Thursday (not that I remember the date or anything) my landlady left my balcony door open despite my insistence that that’s how spiders come in & low & behold I spotted a disgusting black one creeping along my kitchen ceiling pipe later that night.  Normally I can’t sleep knowing they’re lurking somewhere but while waiting for it to crawl on a wall that was within reach of my snow boot weaponry it disappeared behind a pipe.  I was able to go to bed only after confirming on that the ‘crawling in your mouth when you sleep’ rumor is farce, but old habits die hard so now I sleep every night with my hood on & tied so my ears are covered & the blankets pulled up to my eyes.  I also shiftily scan the room about every 5 minutes and intentionally clap & clatter around before entering a room & then pause & scan while holding whatever makeshift weapon I can find just in case.  Literally every time.  And of course I shake out every blanket & towel & scrutinize every shoe or other potential hiding place.  Ick, ick, ick.

    See, it was big & hideous

  • Dancing- given my height & lack of coordination, even pre-Ukraine I would certainly never call myself a good dancer.  After the powerful influence of discoteques however, I’m legitimately afraid of having to dance in public when I return.  I’ve completely lost touch with what constitutes ‘normal’ & may have to fake an injury to avoid introducing my spaztastic new moves to unsuspecting wedding guests & bar patrons alike.  Sorry Lamplighters, it’s been fun.
  • Eating- again, even in my ‘normal’ hey day I was teased for the weird food combinations that I liked (although in my defense I still don’t think I’m alone in liking the sweet/salty combo).  Now that I’ve had to get creative given the scaled back options my diet is just plain weird.  Lunch is almost always cold cabbage with mustard, vinegar & coriander, snack usually involves cherry yogurt with salty cheese & dinner is cabbage cooked on the stove with soy sauce & ginger… & I like it.  Even weirder, my big treat this weekend was a vegetarian pizza in Kyiv.  Behold…

    At least there's no meat or mayonnaise

    The only thing weirder than peas,carrots, green beans, corn & kidney beans on a pizza was the fact that it tasted good to me. My bar is so incredibly low right now that I think Lou Malnati’s would probably blow my mind.

  • Talking- now that I ‘know’ Ukrainian I have two options to make this weird.  Any attempt at speaking the mother tongue is accompanied by the knowledge that I’ll basically be speaking like a caveman given my elementary at best grasp of grammar.  One-on-one I can usually accept this & get creative with whoever is patiently engaging in conversation with me, but at parties/in big groups I get shy & intimidated by the pace & have ended up picturing myself as the foreign exchange student smiling & nodding with a glazed look on her face for hours on end.  I still do enjoy expressing myself in English although it’s usually done by commenting on random things aloud to myself.  I regularly talk to the stray dogs that I pass on the street, usually in my weird dog voice to make matters worse.   I have also been known to use it as a defense mechanism when people are expecting an answer out of me in Russian for a question that I don’t even begin to understand.  I find that responding in rapid fire English “I-don’t-understand-what-you-want-me-to-say-because-I-don’t-speak-this-crazy-language-and-you-for-some-reason-refuse-to-speak-slowly-so…” makes them as confused as I am & helps us move on or at least start over.
  • Crying- I really am generally happy here, but I’m still halfway around the world so tears just happen.  I think that’s to be expected.  Probably less expected is the frequency & lack of control I have over them.  Or perhaps I’ve just stopped caring.  Whatever the case, it’s become nothing for me to think of home/family/friends/Maddie & Stella/America/Diet Coke/boating/vacuums, ect.  & start crying while I walk down our main street to the store.  I also tear up pretty regularly while teaching Culture Studies to my 10th formers (most embarrassingly during my digression about Barnes & Nobles) & flat out sob in the privacy of my apartment, especially when a nostalgic song comes on or when the previously mentioned spider debacle occurred.  It’s not even strictly related to sadness, as being overwhelmed also often gets the best of me which was illustrated this morning when I cried on the bus when people kept pushing me & telling me to move even though there wasn’t any room & I was so close to the man next to me that I thought we were going to have to get married.  But again, my contacts have never been cleaner.
  • Running in place while studying my flashcards & listening to Lady Gaga or rap loudly in my room- yeah, that still happens.
  • My appearance- oh, where to start?  I still refuse to compete with the stylish Ukrainians & very rarely wear any makeup.  Also, partially in an attempt to make my split ends go away & partially out of laziness I don’t often blow dry my hair which renders it sort of wavy but mostly frizzy & my only effort in addressing the issue is arbitrarily & visibly placing a bobby pin in somewhere.  Adding insult to injury, despite not being dyed my hair has decided to turn orange for some unknown reason.  Instead of all things mesh, lace, or shiny I stick to jeans & a hoodie most days I don’t have school & perhaps worst of all, I have to wear socks with flats in order to avoid being yelled at by every babusia that I pass.  It makes me cringe every time I happen to glance down.  There’s been talk amongst my cluster mates about writing a Peace Corps Ukraine movie in all of our spare time.  If that’s the case, I think Anne Hathaway would be cast in my role.  Perhaps I should clarify.  I think Anne Hathaway channeling the prepubescent dork before her princess makeover would be cast in my role.

    Mary Janes + Socks = Never OK

But she'd have to gain 10 pounds

That list is a little longer then I would like, but I think I’ve made my point quite clear.  Weirdo party of 1.  Individually I guess the oddities are acceptable but seeing them all together like that certainly makes me seem less than sane.  Oh well, I have a year & 9 months to readjust or more likely further sink into bizarre habits.  All part of the fun.

Speaking of fun, I just got back from a weekend in Morozivka & Kyiv.  My host family was really sweet as usual & it’s always so comforting spending time with them.  We managed a trip  the girls’ dance class which looked straight out of a movie with a bunch of teenagers doing the tango in a cool basement studio, ate way too much of what feels like comfort food to me now, hit up the disco with Yanna & Ashley & spent all Sunday playing outside nice like a family.  It was sad to leave so quickly but they are going to try to visit for my birthday (the same as my host mom’s) & then I’ll be back up at the end of May to celebrate Yanna’s graduation.  Yesterday was my meeting for the grant review committee which was really interesting & seems like it will be a great opportunity for me.  I also was further reminded of why I love the Peace Corps lounge as I met a lot of funny older volunteers & stocked my backpack with books to read outside.  And now I’m back in Yampil enjoying the warm weather for one more day of Spring Break & preparing for the Easter festivities this weekend.  I miss you as always but appreciate all of the emails, comments, & phone calls & hope you’re doing well.


4 Responses to “Weird Quirks I’ve Developed”

  1. tricia klein Says:

    Hi Alei, Love the socks and flat look:) Congrats on getting the grant writing award!! Sounds like fun to be able to celebrate your birthday with your host family.
    Mrs Klein

  2. Ashley Says:

    Personally, I strongly advocate a few of these things. 1. the socks/flat look and proudly wear it by choice. I would like you to know it’s all the better with a fancy pair of socks. Just some advice for you. 2. the no make-up look is always easiest, and certainly works for you no matter what you think. 3. No meat is always good 😉 I’m starting to think Ukraine would be a good place for me to move. Could I have a spot to sleep on your orange chair? 4. Glad you’re enjoying the Lady Gaga!


    p.s. wish i was there to save you from the spiders (and vice versa!)

  3. Ashley Says:

    p.p.s. the more quirks the better the person if you ask me! Your list makes me love you even more! 😉 Miss you Aleigator!

  4. Nancy Raffaelli Says:

    I am thinking that your aversion to spiders comes from your mother. I have never known anyone who doesn’t think twice about picking up every worm she sees and puts them back on the grass but is so afraid of the littlest spider!
    Sounds like things are going well for you. What wonderful memories you are making! Thanks for sharing them with all of us.
    Mrs. Raffaelli

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