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My arrival in Georgia: Journal entries from two years ago

October 31, 2013 by

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Last week marked the two year anniversary of my arrival in Georgia. After a week of orientation I went to Javaxi, a village in Kvemo-Kartli that showed me why it was worth staying longer than I planned. I kept a journal from that day forward and I’d like to share a couple entries. 21 October, […]

American Saqartvelo

January 25, 2013 by

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In my last post, I wrote about the things I’ll miss in Georgia. I’ll get to why that’s important, in a minute. Now that the holidays are nearly over, I’ve been looking for jobs and apartments. I’m relocating to Iowa City, Iowa, home of the University of Iowa, where I plan to eventually go to […]

Just me being sentimental, all the time.

December 13, 2012 by

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The words of Henry David Thourea have been rattling around in my head the last few days. As I watch the calendar pages fly and the time to leave draw nearer and ever nearer. He said, “… I wanted to live deep and suck the marrow out of life, and not when I came to […]

My Family in Georgia…

December 12, 2012 by

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I was lucky enough to spend two weeks of November with my family. My parents had come to visit me in Georgia, I think they came because of all the stories I had told them and out of sheer disbelief that they were true. So they had to see it for themselves and at least […]

Interview with a Tourist

December 9, 2012 by

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This October, my mother came to visit for ten days! She agreed to do a short interview for us about her impressions of Georgia. We travelled to Tbilisi and Batumi, and also toured Kakheti—we spent quite a bit of time in my host town, Gurjaani, and she visited some of my classes with me. It […]

my first excursion with my 7th grade best friends!

December 6, 2012 by

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On Friday, November 23, I went out on an extracurricular “promenade” with some of my students, around Poti. The occasion was a national holiday. The morning sky was deep blue and a soft breeze was carrying a bitter chill, along with bright yellow and red autumn leaves, scurrying frivolously in the air before graciously landing […]

A Normal Day

December 5, 2012 by

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“The raw afternoon is the rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest…” –Charles Dickens, Bleak House I write this while sitting next to the pechi, seeking warmth, for it is the only source of heat on this dreary day. Zhuzhuna–my host grandmother, with whom I maintain a love-hate relationship–sits […]