End of the Year, Part Two
Salut, This is the 19th blog post for this year and it's last. Additionally, it is my last end-of-year post. With only two years, every first is a first, and every second is its last. Reflecting on a full year in Kyrgyzstan is crazy; the last time I was here I had only had six months, and now I look ahead to the next 7-8 months. I spoke a long time ago of seeing the seasons change, of seeing time wean and the students grow old. This time last year, Frank, my site partner, had left. Does it feel like a year? Yes, and no. I said I wanted to see Kuz Saykal grow and walk around the house; she was only 4 months old when I first arrived. I see Adelya wake and eat breakfast next to me, as we both prep to go to school, and I see her put on her thick coats and boots to brace the snow. I got to see the tree leaves fall and grow again. The flowers bloomed again, the memory of a field of poppies in my mind. I went to Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan which I had wanted to do. I see the sun rise and s...
