It took two days and three taxi rides to get me and all my stuff to my new house. Before anyone starts in with the whole “But You're in the Peace Corps, Why All The Stuff?”
Let me defend myself, there were three variables at work here:
- I hadn't unpacked my suitcases from America yet, so two-thirds of my storage capacity was already in use. And kitchen items are bulky.
- As the only AZ7 in two regions, I inherited A LOT of stuff. Which had filled approximately two taxis on 'drop-off' day.
- I had no intention of leaving anything behind for my landlady.
Trust me. I was far from impressed myself. In fact, I spent most of the third taxi ride grumbling about the AZ6s because I was simply moving most of my 'inheritance' back to where it came from in November.
I am my landlady's third PCV, so I had to smile when I returned on Day Two to discover she had already assembled my water filter and set out the water pots. She knows the drill.
She offered to give me various things, but eyeing my extensive collection of house wares, simply concluded: “Really. You have everything you need, don't you?” And as she helped me unpack she observed more than once: “Didn't this belong to PCV L?” My thoughts exactly.
But the best 'Welcome To The Neighbourhood' comment came from my landlady's husband when he came back from his job in Baku that weekend:
“Miss Melissa. Are you my new daughter-in-law?”
He has three sons. The older two are married with children; the youngest one is younger than my little sister. So it was said in jest, but I appreciated the sentiment. And I already feel like a member of the family.
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