Last Monday I thought, "Next Monday I will be in Ukraine. In Ukraine ." Well, now I am in Ukraine. I arrived in Kiev on Monday. The travel was a blur of sleepiness, delayed flights, general confusion, following signs, and standing in lines. I was in Kyiv for two days with the other 85 students who will eventually be teachers. We stayed in a dormitory, received more orientation and information. The toilets in our dormitory were western seats, with thick brown toilet paper. The public toilets were ceramic tiles around holes in the ground. These are typical of many eastern countries. They were clean, like any other toilet stall, just without seats. On Wednesday, we broke into assigned groups of five and traveled by bus to our training sites in small villages. Then, we broke away from our groups completely to go to our host families.

I laid in bed that first night, wide-eyed, lying in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar electricity and food, in an unfamiliar country. My feelings were mixed; confusion, sadness, fear, anticipation. I am staying with a mother, father, grandmother, grandfather and daughter. They have been amazing and welcoming. The daughter – we'll call her Sestra which is the phonetic pronunciation of 'sister' in Ukrainian – has been learning English in school and knows a little. The rest of the family knows nothing. They are eager to point at objects and get me to say them.

While we stay here we will receive at least four hours of Ukrainian language lessons a day from our Ukrainian instructor who came with us, and also lessons in technical teaching. We will have lots of homework and take field trips on Saturdays.

We are the first American Peace Corps Volunteers to come to this village. Often, volunteers come after previous ones. My host family asked to see photos; they asked about my family and America. I told them that we speculated about Ukraine before we came and know that there is a lot of vodka and potatoes. They laughed and laughed. Sestra said that they do not drink a lot of vodka in this family. I was surprised.

They have a cow and pigs. I drank milk that came from the cow, tonight. Now I will wait to see how my stomach feels about that.

Sestra asked me last night, "Do you like meat from a pig?"

"Yes, I said, "it is called pork."

"On Saturday, we will we will have that," she said. "We will kill the pig and then…"

"Then we will have pork?!" I asked, my eyes wide. And the family laughed.

Their house is nicer than I expected. They have a western toilet and a shower that rivals mine in the states. It even has an electronic radio system in the shower. The stairs up to my bedroom are so steep it's almost like a ladder. We have hot water and a washing machine.

Not all houses in the village are this nice. Our teacher has to boil water to get heated water in his house, where we have our lessons. He does not have an indoor bathroom. His outhouse is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Two pieces of board over a pit. We might be afraid we'll fall into the outhouses in the states? Not even close. Here, it is a possibility. Yesterday and today, I waited until I could get home to my nice bathroom.

While I did buy two electrical converters and adapters for my computer and curling irons, I did not buy a surge protector with the proper adaptation. I tried to plug it in the first night and there was a pop and the lights went out.  My stomach dropped and I thought "Nice, I just murdered the electricity of these nice people who have let me stay in their home."

"Do you have a breaker?" I asked Sestra and she looked at me blankly. "A switch?" I asked. Her father knew what to do and the lights came back on. Then he examined the surge protector for awhile, then my other appliances, and my computer, and I kept trying to explain that I would just have to buy a protector here, and I think he finally agreed with me.

There is so much new that I have no time to be homesick (not that I don't feel a small ache when I think of my family and friends). Last night, Sestra and her family taught me a card game called "Fool" using the Russian cards I purchased on Semester at Sea. The Russian cards do not have numbers 1 to 5 and I was excited to learn how to play a game with this deck. I also did some homework, and it was frustrating. I wish I already knew the language! I really do feel like a 5-year-old. Learning how to speak, read, pronunciate, write, socialize, survive.

New thing highlights:

1. I ate several different forms of fish two nights ago, before gently letting them know that I don't like fish. I also ate mushrooms and bell pepper because I figured that one lesson regarding my pickiness was enough for one night.

2. I ate a whole piece of garlic yesterday with Borsht, a nationwide Ukrainian dish. It is a tomato and cabbage soup. Not bad. The soup, not the garlic. The garlic was okay, burned my mouth. And then I think I smelled.

The most frightening thing about leaving to join the Peace Corps is ... that I don't like change. I don't want things to change and I don't want people to change. I'm fully expecting to go to the Ukraine and have an amazing and wrenching experience.

However, I'd prefer it if everything here stayed exactly the same. My friends can't get into serious relationships, no one is allowed to move away, nobody better die, and my sister BETTER NOT get pregnant.

I have begun to realize that that's just too bad. This chapter on my life is closing. My time at the newspaper and my column; my time at Oshkosh, where I've made some amazing friends; my close friendships apart from work; my life here. It's closing. Things won't be the same when I come back. My friends might move away, my sister will have been married for two and a half years, my favorite supervisors at the retail store might quit their jobs and move on. Nobody will pause in their lives for me.

A brand new chapter full of possibilities is opening and it's exciting ... but I also find myself resisting it today. I have three weeks and then I will go some place far away and nothing will ever be the same.

What the HELL can I be thinking of??

Also, here in Colorado, I know which day Fall started. It started Sept. 9. Yesterday. Because two days ago, it was still warm, and even the breezes were warm, and it was still summer. And then yesterday I woke up and went outside and it was overcast and the breeze was actually chilly. That chilly nip that says winter is coming and I will soon need a hat. I loved the summer and I'm not ready for cold.

But I better get ready because do you know why? Winters get frigid in Ukraine. I've been advised to bring a winter coat and long underwear. It's okay. Other than that, it'll be a one-of-a-kind experience.

Also, here's an update: My last day at the newspaper is this Thursday. I'll be joining the Peace Corps at the end of the month to teach English as a foreign language in Ukraine. I leave for Philadelphia for two days of orientation on Sept. 27. I'll learn about what's expected of me, what to expect at my post, and I'll receive immunizations. Then, on Oct. 1, I'll leave for Ukraine. The first three months there will be pre-service training. I'll live with a host family learning the language intensively, and how to teach there. I'll learn Ukrainian or Russian first, depending on what part of the country I'm posted at. After three months, I'll move to my post where I'll either live with a host family again or live in an apartment or dormitory for two years while I work. According to my Ukraine Welcome book, it's likely I'll live a "rugged" existence in a small village. I will be able to receive mail, and Internet access will be iffy. I will definitely continue to blog whenever I am able and post photos if I can. My Dad gave me the COOLEST digital camera.