Before I left the US I remember
telling people that I was excited to live in one house for two years. This
would mean all my stuff in one place, not moving all the time, and two full
growing seasons (or more, depending on the climate) in my own garden. They
laughed that I was joining the Peace Corps and thought it would settle me down.
But I was pretty convinced it would be a change from the always shifting life I
had in the US,
from family to family, friend to friend, not really settled. And I think that for
many volunteers, it actually is a fairly settled life for two years.
The strange thing here is that people don’t
think my lifestyle is strange. Everyone in my village spends significant
amounts of time in Andasibe or Moramanga. Well, not everyone, but someone from
every family. Partially this is because my neighbors are relatively wealthy and
can pay for their older kids to go to school and not be working in the fields,
and partly because that is just how life goes.
Even those neighbors that don’t go to the
“big” towns of Andasibe or Moramanga are still between at least two places.
They have their house in a village that they consider their home. But then
seasons change, and certain fields need constant oversight, either to fend of
pests or to deter thieves, so temporary houses are made and months are spent in
them.
Add in extended family members. Now you
have a third, fourth, or fifth place that needs regular visiting. And a family
visit here isn’t always a quick affair because even if the kilometers aren’t
that many, 50 or less, the time it takes to travel that far can be quite
significant. So you might as well go for a week if you go for a day, and you
can also help with planting while you’re at it.
What this creates is a constantly rotating
population. Andasibe is slightly more static, but when I go home to my village,
I never know who will be there. I think there are around 40-45 people who sometimes
live in my village, but I have never counted more than 30 at once, and there
are only 17 who are there all the time, including the 1yr old.
It’s interesting to see how they travel (my
village area; Andasibe is on a different level). Going to the fields for the
day looks about like going to Grandma’s for a week. No extra belongings, and for
both places it’s reasonable to bring gooney sacks or baskets to carry back what
you buy/harvest. Shoes are optional. A change of clothes is a non-existent
concept.
At first, I was really sad when someone I
was getting attached to would just go away one day, and be gone for months. And
on a few occasions, they had actually just been visiting our area, and after a
few weeks or months returned to where they were from. But now I am more used to
it, and I try to keep my expectations non-existent as to whom I will be
spending my time with when I get to where I’m going, wherever that may be. This
happens in both my village and Andasibe, but in Andasibe it’s often because
many of my friends work with tourists or researchers, and those jobs take them
far and wide to places that have interesting things.
A transient life in the US and a transient
life here are similar in some ways, but I think personal cars and airplanes
make significant differences. We live out of our cars. Their cars are taxi
brousses. We can travel across the country in hours. Here it takes days to get
places. So when you are transient here, it creates larger blocks of time to be
gone. You might not get as far, but in practical terms, you are farther and
more distanced from where you started.
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