After some conversations with the PCRO doctor, and my program managers, the decision has been made that I'll be leaving my current site and moving to a different city--Târgu Mureş--probably in the beginning of August.
This has been building for a while, and has several different reasons and motivations. There have been a lot of difficulties where I am, which isn't necessarily a reason in and of itself to leave, but some are, shall we say, beyond the scope of what a PCV is expected to work within. Add to that the difficulties I've been having with things like finding a language tutor, finding people who are interested in collaborating on secondary projects, and a general discomfort in the location, and it was decided by everyone that the best decision was to find a new site.

I had a real problem with this at first. I'm continually finding myself running up against the perception vs. reality split of Peace Corps service, and this was another big one. I'd come to romanticise the "go where you're sent, do what is needed" aspect of service, and I felt that I was failing, or letting everyone down, by admitting that things weren't working out and that I would be better able to serve elsewhere. I also felt that I was giving up, in a way; that if I tried harder or became more accepting or subsumed my frustrations more completely that I would be able to make things work. That this was what a "good" PCV would be doing, and it was proof of my lack of mettle that I was rolling over and taking the easy way out.
Fortunately, the office is filled with people who are more objective than I, and after relating some of my difficulties to them they all felt comfortable in saying that this was not an ideal situation, and that a site change was the best approach to the circumstances. Which was a relieving thing to hear, to be sure, but not without its own little array of apprehension. Once I moved through the brief enthusiasm of learning where I would be moving, I started worrying about all the little surrounding circumstances: moving, assimilating in a new community, starting from scratch in a new place. I was, in a way, committing to beginning my service all over again. Finding a new apartment, familiarising myself with a new city and new region, getting to know a new counterpart and learning how to work within a new school.
I hadn't realised just how far into apathy I'd sunk until I found myself dwelling on all these things. Seeing my situation only from the negative side. On the one hand, a move will be a huge inconvenience, what with the logistics of getting from point A to point B, packing up and moving a bunch of stuff that I'd intended to give away before I left, the expenses inherent in a move. But it's also a huge opportunity, getting to start again, in a new place, learn from mistakes made and hopefully have more success in the future. These are all good things, things to be looked forward to.
These negative thoughts also made me aware of how unhappy I'd been where I was. This was also a feeling I'd tried to subsume, as I didn't come here for a 2-year vacation, and as such I felt that my being "happy" in my community was rather irrelevant. Regardless of any loftier considerations, though, I hadn't been in a good frame of mind, and this had had a negative effect on my work. It's hard to be engaged in accomplishing things when you don't like where you are. And though it's not entirely honourable to admit, the relative disadvantages of my post didn't help my enthusiasm. I don't have a sitemate; my location is remote, inconvenient to access, and on the way to nowhere (except Ukraine), so I've had no visitors, and little contact with others in my group; I've had a really hard time meeting people in the town and forging new relationships; there isn't anywhere here I really enjoy being. I've been rather depressed for a while, seeing that things aren't going the way I had hoped or planned when I signed up for this. One or the other would have been feasible; if I'd found a project I was really passionate about here, the lack of contact would have been mitigated. And if I'd had a better network, either of other volunteers or of Romanian nationals, I would have been more inspired to look for additional projects to work on. But the lack of both effectively sucked the wind out of my sails.

So here's hoping that the second year will go better than the first. My new location is significantly larger, very centrally located, more culturally vibrant, nearer to people I know and have forged relationships with. I don't know what things will be like in my new working environment, but hopefully the surroundings will be more inspiring to accomplishing something I can feel proud of at the end of my service.