For those of you who haven't checked my blog recently, I got sent home from the Peace Corps. I was given the option to Early Terminate instead of being Administratively Separated. This wasn't a punitive measure, thankfully, but according to them it was for security reasons. They got wind of the fact that I was friends with a married woman, and one who was married to an international prize-fighting boxer, and the Peace Corps was scared he was going to kill me for the (perceived) relationship between us. There was no relationship, by the way -- but in Guyana friendships between male and female are always assumed to be more. So to her husband, if for some reason you ever read this, we were merely friends, nothing more. I never touched her.
Truth is, he probably would have been pissed enough at me to at least confront me, if not kill me. And believe me, if he put his mind to it, he could easily have kicked my ass. I'm a bit pissed because this is an old situation that I've managed successfully for three months now, and besides, it's sorta blown over in the meantime. I'm no longer friends with his wife. But the damage has been done I guess.
Anyway, whether I was in any real danger or not, the Peace Corps was convinced I was, and there was no arguing with them. All efforts to dissaude them from this only convinced them even more, because they used that to prove to themselves that I wasn't aware of the seriousness of the situation. YES, I was fully aware, just confident in my ability to handle my damn life.
There's more, a lot more, to this story but I just wanted to let everyone know. It's all going to go up on my blog over the next few weeks as I will now have the chance to do a bunch of writing. There are experiences I didn't get to write about for sensitivity (and now I can be more honest), information for the coming volunteers, and just a whole bunch of observations and lists that I want to make sure get written before I start forgetting things. But in the meantime, I'm back in the States and not happy about it. Not that there weren't many times when I fantasized about coming home, but if I was eventually to leave early, I would like it to have been my idea. I'm staying with my mother in her west Texas ranch and will be trying to figure out how to move to Hawai`i as soon as humanly possible (Miami, if I can't manage that). I have to pool what resources I have, apply for a job and possibly grad school, and generally make sure I don't have to spend the entire winter here. That would be a recipe for major depression for me.
Thanks everyone for supporting me and reading. At least I got to see what it's like to live as a PCV, instead of just trainee.