I have waited for years until the day I would be old enough to participate in AYF youth corps, and finally the day is here. I’ve heard stories from people who have done the program before about how much fun they had and how much they enjoyed working with kids in Armenia. I read all the blogs from the previous years, and lived vicariously through the former participants. However, I’m tired of hearing stories and reading blogs and I am ready to experience youth corps for myself.
The wait for the program to begin is filled with excitement and apprehension. Having arrived in Armenia a couple of weeks earlier than the rest of the group has left me wondering. As I walk down the streets of Yerevan I can’t help but wonder what it is going to be like when the rest of the group is here, walking down the streets along side me. My mind constantly keeps drifting to Karabagh and Gyumri and I try to imagine what it’s going to be like there. I eventually give up knowing that what I’m about to experience is not something that can be created by my imagination and I just have to wait for the first hand experience.