I’m back into the island melee with a vengeance. Funny notables today, my classroom was broken into again while I was away on my desperately needed vacation, but no real surprise there. I guess that puts my collective robberies in the dozen now. Though they actually battered in one of the [wooden] windows, which is a new tactic. I'm unphased since everything is long gone, and the one thing that is never stolen are the books – sad, ironic, and convenient. And so we go on.
Quotes from the classroom from me,
'Kiland, save the body piercing for after class' (something about the culture here, Micronesians seem to like to self pierce with small sticks, slowly and over time! Fine, just not in my 6th grade classroom, however filthy and basic a space it is.)
'Boston, as beautiful as your feet are I want them on the floor.' Agh, there is nothing like hearing yourself channeling teachers of your past.
Back at the dorm house, my little runt kitten died, as Darwin's Law suggested he would. And Ivory's father seems to have abandoned his family, as the disgusting nature of men here also suggested that. These are some of the things which I cannot address yet, life is often nasty here, it is no paradise, as I long ago figured out.
Everything in my bedroom actually grew a fine green mold, which is a bit weird given I was gone less than 2 weeks, but 95% humidity at work. We have potable water again after the big storm dirtied all the sources, so that’s great. And coming back from the mainland the bucket cold showers are not as bad as I recalled. The racism against mainland Asians is far worse than I recalled, and the island subsistence of canned food is less traumatic then I expected after the heavenly diet of fresh produce and fruit in Oz. You eat what you get here, and are grateful for it. But the respite in Oz, the farmers market full of fresh fruits, endless baskets of fruits, some which I had never even seen before. In my enthusiasm, I ate the lychee pits until Nharyan laughingly told me you didn’t – made sense they were not so edible – but I was so grateful for the fruit and in awe of the flavors! Byron was heaven for the eyes and tastebuds.
When I first came to Majuro it used to piss me off that everyone you met would say "I'm fine" when asked. Never ever good or bad, just fine. How bland, but the reality is, life isn't ever good, and as long as you have food, shelter and are relatively healthy you are fine, and that’s about all you can aim for. Maybe its sad, or maybe it just is. Having experienced so much happiness in ones life is both a gift and a handicap here. You can cling to it like a flotation device in bad times, verses the abuse drugs and alcohol so common, but the memory of happiness can also pull you down. Knowing what happiness felt like and losing it, craving it like an addiction. Still I think I have slowly learned how to stay afloat here and even be pretty happy pretty often. But then this is not my forever life, something I am deeply conscious of as I keep track of the days…