first full day at site:)

so, it's been a while since i have written!. to tell the truth, i ran out of positive things to say about my first host family, we did not get along to say the least. i guess i was trying too hard to be positive, but leaving out the bad... from now on, maybe i should just say it like it is! i probably should have wrote about the awesome times i had with my fellow trainees/volunteers, but i was a bit busy and lazy about it. i'll stop apologizing now and just write a damn blog entry, haha.
so, today was my first real day as a Peace Corps volunteer! i am finished with training although man, i still have quite a few questions. Swearing in was such a blast, i helped sing a song in Armenian and a song in English, "Hayastan im chicknah" and "Imagine" (cheesy but true). We had ourselves a nice little celebration afterwards followed by intensely packing everything we own to move the next day. What a fun 24 hours. I already miss my Fantanites & my teachers, my auk-berrrrs. AUKBEARR..!
So... I've been here a day and a half and i have slept quite a bit, ate an unbelievable amount of delicious and very salty food, talked about heaven, hell, Jesus, fate, psychic vampires, energy, positivity, Azerbaijan, gender roles, and what a woman must do to make sure her watermelon is tasty when she cuts it (it means you must stay a virgin) all in Armenian by the way. It's strange, when my host mother talks if i look her in the eyes I can understand exactly what she is saying. I still can't talk very well though, it requires too much fast thinking, or maybe no thinking is involved I can't tell.
My family makes me feel a bit clostrophobic, but the funny part about it is that I kind of like it from them. Maybe its all because my first host family was so miserable i would love anyone who shows interest and treats me like a part of the family, this i don't know. But I do know my host mother and I watched City of Angels in Russian and we both cried the same way, then she turned on a BBC tape of monkeys stealing food from humans... then we laughed the same way... that is always something that would cheer me up. she drew a diagram that i swear my mother would have drawn about the energy a person has, with positive and negative signs. it's so freaky, i normally don't believe in fate, but it's an intensely complicated process how i ended up here- where i feel like i actually fit in more than anywhere i've ever lived except my moms home in small old htown, NY.
not only did i have that connection, but i got in some awesome father and brother bonding time. my military man father cut and blow dried my hair today, turns out he used to be a barber in Yerevan... for men, of course.... don't worry it actually turned out quite awesome, no huge mullet involved. (like Michael's). then we had an english lesson, which during site visit and now has always been interesting. :) i learned a bit of russian, but i have already forgotten. i let them listen to the grateful dead on my ipod, because it's very important for them to know about the best music from the US.
but... i've come to the conclusion that i am living amongst Armenian equivalent of the coolest hippies ever. :) :) YEAAAHHHH! not only that but i've got the Lindens next door and David just a hill away, the best site assignment ever, and 3g internet. so.....who needs running water????