I woke up extremely early the day of my departure from
Lehvaz, in part because I procrastinate everything and still had some cleaning
to do before I left the house, and also because I can’t sleep during times of
big transition anyway. I got the final cleaning done, put all of my boxes and
luggage out on the porch, and was about to make breakfast when I heard some
people emerging from the village path behind my house. Onto my porch came
Varsenik, a “tatik” (grandma) from the village who had always been a good
friend and invited me over often, accompanied by Arsen, a little 6th
grade boy I’ve taught during my two years. The unlikely pair wanted to wish me
farewell. Varsenik (or “Achik” as everyone calls her for short), started laying
out fresh vegetables, lavash, and goat cheese on the table, and instructed Arsen
to grab dishes from my kitchen. She said “you can’t just leave without us
giving you a proper goodbye.” I nodded. I’d be getting one last bit of Armenian
hospitality before leaving whether I liked it or not. We ate, Arsen asked me a
million questions about how I would get to America, and Achik said a few toasts
to my safely reaching home and having good luck in the future. The taxi that
would be taking me to Yerevan pulled up to my house just as we were finishing
up at around 9:30 in the morning, and I started moving my stuff to the car.
Arsen and even Achik started grabbing stuff too, and we had the car loaded up
in no time. I made a quick visit to my neighbor Karen’s, who I hadn’t said bye
to yet. He and his family were already out on the porch eating breakfast, and
he gave me a big bear hug and said yet another toast to my safe travels to send
me on my way. Before getting in the car I gave Achik and Arsen a hug, and then
I was off. Suddenly I was pulling out of the village I’d called home for two
years, feeling sentimental but also feeling that subtle sensation of excitement
you always feel when you’re setting out and making a change. Lehvaz had truly
become my home over these two years. I’d have nothing but good memories from
this place.
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