Three Things that Georgians Find Odd about Americans

After living here for some time, I’ve realized that there are some things that Georgians just simply find odd about Americans. Of course, I’m talking in broad brush strokes here. I’m writing in generalizations (on both respects- Americans and Georgians); however, there is truth to this pattern.

  1. That we want to live alone

    When I first told my supervisor at work that I wanted to move out and I would appreciate if he kept an eye out for apartments, his first response was, “I know another great host family for you.” I said, “Oh, I don’t want another host family. My host family now is really great. I just want my own apartment with Justin.” He then was a bit worried about how I and Justin would manage to handle things on our own (see number 2 below). He did not understand why we needed our own space. Last week, I showed my English club this video. The National Geographic video highlights a man, Billy Burr, living alone in the Colorado woods. The point of the video was more along the lines of climate change. We were supposed to discuss climate change. When the video concluded, want to venture a guess what we ended talking about for twice the length of the video? “Why did he live alone?” “What happened to him that he is living alone?” So after explaining how living alone in America is not weird, I laughed and said, “It is funny how my take away is climate change and yours is him living alone. This is how you can tell we come from different cultures.” We both laughed and moved on to the lesson at hand.

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    My old neighborhood of my first apartment where we lived independently

     

    Georgians have an amazing sense of community and for the most part, they enjoy living together. Once, I delivered a training about “Identifying your Assets” to increase awareness of internal and external resources and talents that they could use to improve their employability chances. One of my students listed her neighbors as external assets. This is something I would have never thought of writing down. Coming from very large metropolitan and overcrowded cities in the United States, I sometimes had no idea who even lived next door to me.  I’m sure that rural America has a stronger sense of local community than Los Angeles or San Francisco, but I wouldn’t know since I’ve never lived in rural America. Even in cities in Georgia have a strong sense of local community. Thus, that would be my guess why they cannot conceptualize why we would choose to live alone.

  2. That we know how to cook and fend for ourselves

    This one is reserved mainly for the older generation. When I lived with my PST host family, the host mom joked that I will take her back with me so she can be my maid. I told her that my apartment was about 700 square feet and so I won’t need a maid. Apparently, all the American movies that she must have seen included only rich Americans with maids. She was thought I was pulling her leg when I told her that I do all the cleaning in my apartment. Correction- Justin and I do all the cleaning. I made sure to add Justin to break stereotypes when I talk to Georgians and also give credit where credit is due. My older colleagues at my office now were pleasantly surprised when I would bring leftovers that I cooked for lunch the next day. I seriously have no idea where this stereotype about Americans originated? Maybe because in TV shows and movies we tend to be eating at restaurants?  Other Peace Corps Volunteers have also experienced the same thing from their colleagues or members of the community.

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    Prepping for Thanksgiving 2018

    One of my Georgian friends, Ana, even confirmed this stereotype last week when we went out for some tea. I was telling her some weird conversations that I have had with other Georgians and she even confirmed this one with me. Honestly, I never know how to respond. I simply say, “yes, I love to cook and I enjoy doing it.” It is possible that my host families made these comments as an indirect way for wanting to continue to host us. My host families were in charge of providing meals for us on a daily basis. Maybe when I indicated that I wanted to cook in their homes, they felt that I no longer wanted them to host me? This is pure speculation- but I do know after 3 years living here at Georgians take pride in being great hosts to their guests.

  3. We exercise by choice and run for fun

    I’ll just point out very quickly that I have yet to run recreationally in Georgia. Right before our Peace Corps departure date, I was training for a half-marathon for months. However, it is very odd to see someone running here for “fun” or “exercise.” I already stand out and I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with more ogling stares. It is a lazy excuse, I know. But nonetheless, it is the excuse that I’m sticking with. Other, more motivated, Peace Corps friends of mine have continued their running regime. They do get questioned why they are doing it and they do get stares during their runs.

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    There is a local central park in my town; however, I can’t recall seeing anyone run for recreational purposes

     

    I’ll also say that is odder for women to exercise than it is more fun. Georgian men participate in sports such as Rugby, heavy lifting, and boxing. I have male PCV friends that would go to their local gym and have a friendly boxing match with their local Georgian male friends. With the exception of large cities in Georgia, I do not believe that female sightings at gyms are very common. I live in a large city and I’ve been to an all-female gym in town. However, I do not think that participating in an active lifestyle is on the mind of an average Georgian outside of Tbilisi.

 

It Is Getting Hot in Here! Or is it just me?

A Peace Corps experience that I did not think I was going to experience. But there are always surprises around the corner in life…read on.

Sometimes, I think to myself, “I’ve had enough adventures in the Peace Corps to fill a lifetime.” Life, however, disagreed and shouted, “HOLD MY BEER.” Around 8:00 p.m. on Saturday, February 9th, here in Georgia, Justin and I were pinching our eyes in suspicion and darting our eyes towards the kitchen. “Hey, Sweetie, do you smell that, too?” “Yeah, what is that?” I’ll ruin the suspense just a bit, it would be an “adventure” for the next few hours and changed the course for the rest of the week and more.

We walked into our kitchen and we noticed that even the air was foggy. Instead of crisp cold air, it was like a blanket of greyness surrounding each particle of oxygen. Let me remind you, our kitchen has the only door in our indoor living quarters. Why would it have a door? Well, because there aren’t enough glass panels to cover all our windows. So, it is basically a semi-outdoor kitchen. Now, back-to-the-problem-at-hand, the smell enveloped the entire kitchen. Since we opened the door, the smell swiftly occupied our other rooms. We quickly developed an intense headache.

Justin and I could barely breathe without coughing or covering our mouths and nose with our shirts. Something was off and we could not figure out the origin of the smell (and the fog). Since our kitchen is partly-outdoors, we opened the main door to see if the smell was coming from the outside. Nope, it was coming from the kitchen. We checked to see if our oven was truly turned-off and it was. It smelled like a combination of a burning pile of wood and other materials. As the smell worsened, so did our headaches and our lightheadedness.

Thankfully, the Peace Corps provided us with a smoke detector that can also detect carbon monoxide. the detector stayed silent so that eliminated the possibility of us dying from carbon monoxide. Phew. After Justin turned off the gas line in the kitchen and moved the oven, we eliminated the oven as the culprit. We also opened all our windows to reduce the smell. Of course, we are now very cold because even though this is a mild winter, it is still the middle of February.

After two hours of not knowing what is going on and the worsening smell, we decided to call our landlords around 11:00 p.m. They didn’t think it was serious and just told us to turn off the electricity and go to bed early. We were irritated that they weren’t taking us seriously and could not understand their odd advice to turn off the electrical lines. However, after discovering that our neighbor, who is also their relative, is having the same problem- but worse- our landlords finally agreed to pay us a visit.

Around 11:30 pm., Justin and our landlord started disassembling our water heater. Our landlords, our neighbor, and Justin have also discovered that our walls were hot. That was concerning. Then, we collectively started thinking that it is a possible electrical problem. Either way, I was not comforted by the fact at all. I decided to call a friend of mine, Cameron, to see if we could spend the night at her place in case the situation worsens. At the time, it was midnight and I felt bad that I was keeping her up late.

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The fire department putting out the fires! 

Our landlord was convinced that this was still a minor issue. His wife urged him that since the walls were warm and she was also coughing from the smell that we needed to call the fire department; he listened to his wife (thankfully) and they called. Half a dozen firefighters and a police officer showed up in our small kitchen with a fire hose in tow. That is when I was like, “Well, our Saturday night just got more interesting.” Justin and I did not think that the smell we were smelling for the last four hours was a fire.

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This is our kitchen after the fire department hosed it down. That entire hole was on fire and the smoke and smell enveloped the entire house. 

The firefighters started taking an ax or something and started breaking into the kitchen wall. To our surprise, there was already a fire inside the wall! As the firemen were chopping through more wood, we could tell the fire was spreading. The main fireman mentioned that if we didn’t call when we did, it would have been possible that the entire house would have been enveloped by fire within the next hour or two.

This comment worried me. Our house has been infested with termites for as long as we have been living there- maybe longer. Secondly, the house was built decades ago (possibly a hundred years ago) and the foundation is already crooked and outdated. Given how the termites possibly compromised the foundation of the house and the combination of the old, outdated construction, I think that the house would have collapsed quickly! Our landlord’s wife expressed gratitude that we insisted that they should come over. She said with her limited English, “your stubbornness saved our house.” At this point, there was ash and wood chippings all over our kitchen. The fire stunk up the entire house. We no longer had running water or a functioning kitchen. However, most of the house was still standing. We were safe. We were alive. Most of our belongings were okay.

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This took a couple of days to clean up. Justin did most of it on his own. 

Around 2 a.m., we arrived at our friend Cameron’s apartment. She graciously took us in and let us sleep the night at her place after the long ordeal. Since she only had an old-soviet type of couches, we sought shelter elsewhere for the remainder of the week. For five days, we spent the night at our friend and fellow sitemate’s apartment. Andrew has an extra bed in his apartment, and he lives close to where our apartment is. He recently moved out from his host family and the timing couldn’t be any more perfect. If he has not been able to host us, our week would have been more stressful.

On the fifth day of this ordeal, the kitchen sink broke again. It has been breaking on-and-off for at least three times now since we have moved on. Our landlord keeps buying old junk from yard sales to replace the broken items instead of paying a little extra money to fix it for good. The best part is, we gave him the money to fix the sink. After the sink broke again, we decided that it is time to move on. The landlord also did not seem in a rush to fix the kitchen because he felt that it was not urgent for us to have hot water or a functioning kitchen.

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Our landlord did hire someone in to fix the wall within 3 days

Therefore, we decided to move out. We honestly did not want to move to another apartment in the last few months of service. However, having hot water and a kitchen just seemed non-negotiable. I also couldn’t stand the lingering smell of the fire that just enveloped the rest of the house. So here I am, posting this blog post from our new apartment! Wish us luck that this place has smoother living conditions 😊