Arina Zohrabian (2002)
Today I sat celebrating the birthday of a very close friend of mine. One I met and volunteered with 14 years ago when I first moved to Armenia to join the Armenian Volunteer Corps. As she blew her birthday candles and we went around offering her the traditional Armenian “kenatses” (toasts) of success, health, and more, I realized the major impact that AVC has had on my life and the need to offer a toast to the organization that played the largest role in changing my life.
AVC. A truly new way of life.
After leaving the comforts of my home in the United States (and stints of living and studying in Iran, Canada, and Spain), I moved to Yerevan on June 1, 2002. I typically have a very bad memory – but one memory that continues to stay with me is the sheer excitement of stepping off the plane onto the tarmac in Armenia for the very first time.
Fast forward 14 years and I have now lived more of my life in Armenia than elsewhere. I have learned to put things into perspective and truly feel I understand the important things in life. I have learned to enjoy life and to not take for granted the many advantages.