I Thought God Wanted Me in Moldova?

That's what I used to think.  Month three was originally "planned" to have us in Russia, but God decided to put us elsewhere.  I was pumped from the get go because this was God making His own route with moving us to Moldova..I like to say that I wasn't "expecting" anything spectacular, but man was I wrong.  Expectations, I have them regardless and am done trying to pretend like I don't.  
Want to know what spectacular, epic, life changing ministry I was involved in?  Moving piles of dirt and wood for only two hours a day – only three times the first week we were here.  Want to know what I did the other 22 hours in the day?  Nothing, freaking nothing.  We live in the church attic with 7 beds and the 7 of us stare at one another, there is no escaping community in this attic that we have called the "tower of the castle".  7 princesses trapped in the tower.  The worst thing about it is that it began to eat away at our relationships.  It's as if we were just living in the presence of one another and not with one another.  This began to chip away at me and satan really used this to his advantage, I began to think that my 6 other teammates really wanted nothing to do with me.  It shoved me into a place of crawling within myself and not wanting to invest or care at all anymore.  My words felt as if they were falling on deaf ears and I just quit trying..the "big" personality that people always comment about me having..it felt as if it died here in Moldova.  
The second week of Moldova brought us new friends from Germany.  Six men came to build the playground in the backyard (where we moved the dirt and wood) for the church.  Along with the German men are the men from the church that are around us the most..which are all around 25-30 years old.  There's something to be said about the guys from Germany and their love for Jesus..it's so raw and pure..just for Him.  The girls love finding out about them, pouring into them, and being genuine friends to the guys..here's the problem: I don't know how to handle it.
Let's rewind a bit so you understand:
For 23 years Jesus was NOT my priority.  For the better portion of my life drinking, drugs, and sex were my priority.  Living a lifestyle of seeing how drunk or high I could get was the goal…seeing if I could get the attention of the best looking guy to hook up…was all unfortunately my goal.  This life style slowly went even more downhill when I got a job as a flight attendant for an airline.  I was finding every moment to find a bar (even if it meant I had to go by myself), I was molested by a co-worker, and even committed adultery with a co-worker.  I can tell you all who are reading this now with confidence (even though I slightly want to throw up right now from nerves) that I am not that person anymore, because of Jesus.  Thank you, Jesus…I can't even say it enough.  I have found my identity in Christ and He took my sin FOR ME..I'm clean.  I can tell you my testimony now without shame, because I'm new with Him.
Fast forward to present day in Moldova:
I don't know how to handle things and am finding bitterness in my heart.  I watch my teammates interact with the locals and am baffled at why it bothers me..why I'm really just not caring to be a part of any of it.  Today we had our church service and like usual, I don't understand anything being said.  God bless our translator, but the guy doesn't speak loud enough for me and I tune off into my own little conversation with God.  During this two hour service, aka: me and God time..I decided to listen to what He had to say for once.  To shut my mouth and open my ears.