RPCV Adds a Y

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“Hello, Ms. Taylor. Our records show that you are filing for a name change. Can you please spell your desired new last name?”

            “Yes. B-a-l-t-i-y-s-k-y-y.”

“Ok, I’ll put in the records Baltisky is your new last name. Is that Russian?" 

 “No, it's Ukrainian. My husband's from Ukraine. It’s spelled:

  B, as in back home

          A, as in, acceptance

          L, as in, missing Lviv

          T, as in, terrified by traffic

          I, as in, irritated

          Y, as in, “Have you found a job yet?”

          S, as in searching for some kind of structure

          K, as in , trying to keep connected

          Y, as in, thinking of Ykraina

          Y, as in, “Yes, there are two Y's in my new last name.”

“I’m sorry Ms. Taylor; did you say there are two Y's at the end of your new last name?”

The extra Y has become a part of my identity as an RPCV living in San Diego, CA. It’s a fickle letter, always presenting two roads available to travel. Though the choices presented after returning from service are daunting, my designated co-captain and new husband, Oleg, and I have done just fine creating our own path. 



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