Waxing Quixotic (#2)

I wanna leave my footprints on the sands of time
Know there was something that, meant something that I left behind
When I leave this world, I’ll leave no regrets
Leave something to remember, so they won’t forget

I want to say I lived each day, until I died
And know that I meant something in, somebody’s life
The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave
That I made a difference, and this world will see

I was here
I lived, I loved
I was here
I did, I’ve done everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so everyone will know
I was here

I just want them to know
That I gave my all, did my best
Brought someone some happiness
Left this world a little better just because

I was here

I Was Here, Beyonce


Waxing Quixotic (#1)


“So you look at your life, and the two countries that hold it, and realize that you are now two distinct people. As much as your countries represent and fulfill different parts of you and what you enjoy about life, as much as you have formed unbreakable bonds with people you love in both places, as much as you feel truly at home in either one, so you are divided in two. For the rest of your life, or at least it feels this way, you will spend your time in one naggingly longing for the other, and waiting until you can get back for at least a few weeks and dive back into the person you were back there…

To live in a new place is a beautiful, thrilling thing, and it can show you that you can be whoever you want — on your own terms. It can give you the gift of freedom, of new beginnings, of curiosity and excitement. But to start over, to get on that plane, doesn’t come without a price. You cannot be in two places at once, and from now on, you will always lay awake on certain nights and think of all the things you’re missing out on back home.”

excerpt from What Happens When You Live Abroad, by Chelsea Fagan

Wave Goodbye

I was informed that I would no longer be tutoring Nika. Sad.

Take your hands off me, hey,
I don’t belong to you, you see,
And take a look in my face, for the last time,
I never knew you, you never knew me,
Say hello goodbye,
Say hello and wave goodbye

Say Hello Wave Goodbye, David Gray

Family Update

The grandpa is warming up to me. He doesn’t yell at me anymore. And he actually offers me things and tries to teach me some Georgian/ Russian.  I always wake up very early in the morning to him unlocking the upstairs door, going downstairs and starting his car.  I thought he was just an early riser (lots of old people are).  I thought he was just moving his car out of the garage to work on it. But upon further inspection, I heard him actually opening the gate and driving away. I asked Lado about this the other day, and he informed me that the grandpa has a part-time job. He delivers bread! …who knew.

It’s still funny when Nino yells at him, though. Hehe.

I found out that the host mom went to Batumi this weekend to take an exam to work for the electric company. Good for her! I guess the host dad relented. Stay posted on that.

Nino is taking a greater interest in learning English. I still don’t want to overwhelm her with it though. Kids are finicky about learning things. The iPad helps a lot. She is bold and comfortable enough to knock on my door to get it or to ask for the passcode. She is immeasurably cute. I understand the urge of young parents to post thousands of pictures on Facebook of their little one. I could never capture the cuteness on video, because it would no longer be ‘natural’. You will just have to trust me on this one.



The host dad came home bummed out the other day. He apparently had been working on this project for the school system of Oz. He proposed to add 10 percent to individual schools’ accounts. And then add a 5,000 fund for kids who can’t afford books or materials. Win-win scenario. I thought it was a great idea. He had worked on it for 2 months.  But in the final hour, he was informed that his immediate boss swooped in and took all the credit for the idea.  Eish.

I felt bad for the guy. I suspended my ‘no cha-cha’ rule for 48 hours.

Nika is the only family member that they want me to teach English. But he DOES NOT want to learn. He is also is getting more and more bratty. He’s yelling and talking back to the grandparents and his mom. Middle school kids… I don’t understand them.

Lado is Lado. Oh. I did find out some information about the Internet. We have wi-fi in the house, which is awesome that I don’t have to buy an Internet stick and pay for monthly service, like the volunteers in the villages usually have to do. But it has been atrocious lately. I mean literally just turning off for hours at a time. The modem is in the boys’ room and I would go to ask if the wi-fi were on and Lado would answer me in a tone as if to say, “Well yes, stupid! Look for yourself!” So I indeed would look, and feel stupid. And stop asking so frequently. Occasionally I did notice they would take a little longer to come answer my knock on the door. But I attributed that to them…doing boy things.

One day, the Internet was out, but we had to go down and eat lunch. I was the first one to finish and the boys had stayed downstairs, so I snuck back upstairs to see for myself if the wifi was on or not.

I opened their door and walked in. Sitting at the desk was their cousin, Dato! He scared the shit outta me!  I told him I was just checking the wi-fi, and he said, “Oh, we needed to turn it off to boost the speed for what we were doing (online game or something) and then we were going to reconnect it, but had forgotten.” They had been shutting me down so they could play games all this time!!!!  UGH.

And grandma is grandma.


“Goodnight John Boy, goodnight Mary Ellen, goodnight Mama, goodnight Erin, goodnight Ben, goodnight Jim-Bob…”

-The Walton’s


Often when I eat chewing gum, I get those ulcers in my mouth…not the herpes kind… or maybe it is. One particular gum doesn’t cause the ulcers to happen so frequently; Orbitz gum. Therefore it’s pretty much the only kind of gum I chew. But a friend told me that it was absurd to think chewing gum makes those sores in my mouth. She said it was actually caused from kissing and that I just incorrectly matched a result to the wrong cause. Hmm… okay.

A volunteer here in Georgia was told by his host family and community that he was sick because he ate an ice cream from the McDonald’s when he visited Kutaisi.

My host family told me I got sick once because I drank my Coca-cola when it was still too cold from the refrigerator.

They also won’t let me take a shower in the daylight hours because I might get sick.

I don’t know what it is about little kids and standing in front of the television. Nino could be sitting comfortably on the couch, but slowly over the course of the program start to inch towards the TV, until we all have to yell at her to move. I used to do it too. My mom told me that I would lose my vision if I kept it up. I now wear glasses.

P.S. I haven’t kissed anyone recently and the chewing gum is still making ulcers in my mouth.




Nosophobia, Nosemaphobia

1. An irrational dread of sickness or of some particular disease. 
2. A fear of disease; usually associated with no discoverable organic illness, or if the latter is present, the fear is grossly exaggerated and has been superimposed upon the natural concern about the illness.

Making Connections

Words cannot express how happy and proud I am of my English Club. They fluctuate in numbers but I have a solid crew of three. They understand how English will assist them in their future goals and aspirations.

Lana, Megi, and Sofo. The heart and soul of the English Club.

Lana, Megi, and Sofo. The heart and soul of the English Club.

We are now preparing to start pen pals with some of my former students of their same age. They are super excited to hear about American culture. This new endeavor will help them immeasurably.

Thanks to my babies back home for adding to the lives of your youth counterpart on the other side of the world.


“And if life was a game, aren’t we on the same team? I mean, really right? I’m on your team. Be on my team. This is life, people!”

-Kid President

Don’t Be Mad, Just Get Angry

When I get home from school, I usually go down to the living room to read and relax before first lunch. Last night I left my iPad downstairs for Nino to play with. Today while I was reading, she took it over to her mom to show her some games. And slowly but surely Eka too, was figuring out and playing the games.

This afternoon I went downstairs to get the iPad to take to English Club, and Eka (the host mom) was stretched out on the couch with the iPad. She was playing Angry Birds.

Lord help that woman. She has no idea how addicted she is going to become. I can imagine her tapping on my door at 7 in the morning asking if I’m using the iPad.

At least it’s not Crack-Cocaine.

She obviously hasn’t heard….