Everyday there's a new development.
Last Tuesday I had another prospect for someone to register me: Baba
Valya, whom I sometimes sit and drink tea with outside. In my
desperation I asked my landlord if he'd be willing to let me stay
longer if I raised my rent. He was obstinate in his decision. He
would have his apartment back. But he would help me ask some
neighbors. This is how we came to ask Baba Valya. She'd already known
of my situation. After talking for several minutes and a long phone
conversation with my Counterpart, we came to an agreement that I
could live with her until I found a place to live. But she refused to
register me.
The next day I got a call from a friend
of mine, Sergei. He wanted me to celebrate his vacation with him and
his wife Zhenia by going to the local discotech. I had never been
there before but I figured that this might be the last and only
chance that I'd ever make it there. So I went and we had a few drinks
and danced. I told Sergei about my situation and he was quickly on
board to help. His mother lives in Moldova: a potential problem
because everyone on the registration papers would need to be present
at the passport office. However she was making a trip to Ukraine
anyway and it would only take about a day for her to get here. She,
the landlady, agreed to register me only if Sergei could get his
sister to agree, for the mother has it in mind to hand over the
property to her when time comes for it. I'm not sure if she agreed or
not, but as it turned out there were other problems. Sergei's mom
would only be here for a day and it would be on the weekend. The
passport office is only open on Tuesday and Thursday. Furthermore,
the property is located in a village outside of town but still
technically in the same region. I didn't know if that would fly with
Peace Corps. On Thursday, Sergei, Zhenia, and I went to my school to
talk to my counterpart, who would inform them about everything that
needed to be done. It would prove useless because Sergei would end up
canceling on me. He had plans to go to Moldova with his wife for his
vacation in a couple days. It was only out of the kindness of his
heart that he was willing to go out of his way to make an attempt to
help me. I can't blame him.
Back to square one. I figured that it
would be wise to start looking ahead at my other options. While I was
waiting for Peace Corp's permission to change sites to Kharkiv, I
went ahead and got my contacts in the city looking for a place for me
to live. I had already had three potential options for people to
register me if only Peace Corps would agree to let me change sites. I
received a call from my Regional Manager telling me that I could only
register in the same town as my workplace (site), which is what is
written on the documents that Peace Corps gave me. And because my
site is in Shevchenkove and I would try to register in Kharkiv, it
would technically not be abiding by the rules. Peace Corps would not
give me new documents for a site change. So it came down to getting
someone to register me in my town or leaving Ukraine. I said that I
would try going to the passport office, despite the discrepancy in my
paperwork just to see what would happen. But of course, I would have
to wait until Tuesday. On Monday, I would meet with Karina to talk to
her University about getting free housing in exchange for a de facto
Peace Corps Volunteer.
The weekend passed with sleepless
nights, the first bad slumber I've had since I saw Paranormal
Activity. On Monday I went to Kharkiv to meet with my friend Karina.
The meeting with her University staff went pretty well. Things looked
up but I just couldn't get my hopes up. You always expect something
to go wrong. I then went to my friend Christina Volodomirivna's
office. She is the one who agreed to register me and also happens to
be in a pretty high up position in the Kharkiv educational
administration. Meanwhile I got a call from my Regional Manager
telling me that I had no option but to COS (Close of Service [we
sometimes use “COS” as a verb]). I then pleaded to let us at
least try going to the passport office because one never knows until
one tries.
I went home that night and
called my Counterpart. She was aware of the situation and had better
integrity than me. She refused to go through with the process due to
the discrepancy in my paperwork. She had a lot more to lose than me
because she and the school would be responsible. The consequences
that they'd face, if there were any administrative action, would be
much more severe than mine. And with that phone call it became clear.
I would have to COS. Now I have less than three weeks to get
everything done: paperwork, grant, medical & dental appointments,
and goodbyes.
But even with all this,
there just may be a silver lining. Once I COS, Peace Corps has no
business with what I do with my life. Therefore, I can leave the
country and reenter as a private citizen, “visiting” and leaving
within the 90 day period, which is actually better than extending to
December. This is what I originally wanted: to extend just long
enough to do ABC Camp in the summer plus maybe one more (Harry Potter
Camp) and have enough time to say my goodbyes and plan my next steps.
But for now, my next step is to pack up and leave my apartment,
because I have until the 15th to be out of here. And
meanwhile, I wait to hear back from the immigration office to see if
my plan to reenter is feasible.