**READERS DISCRETION ADVISED**
This post along with many others may quite possibly contain run-on sentences, incorrect punctuation, misspellings, and slang such as “gunna”. These posts are not meant to be a front-page article in the New York Times and although I will try my best to edit and revise as accurately as possible, these are instead an honest account of my thoughts, feelings, and activities of my life abroad!
If you know me,
(Or you have read About Me) in exactly 10 days I will be departing from my home in the U.S. to begin a 27 month journey in Tanzania, Africa with the Peace Corps. At this point leaving feels like it’s been a long time coming as it has been almost a year exactly since I applied. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions since announcing that I had been accepted, the hardest of which was realizing that not everyone was as excited about my decision as I was and therefore not very supportive. Although my decisions to accept or decline this possibly once in a lifetime experience could not be based on what others think or feel, the lack of enthusiasm from some made me question whether or not this was the correct path to take.
When I first moved home in August I was very lonely as most all my friends from high school and their families had moved away and all my friends from college were either still attending the university or lived a couple hours + away from me. As all my friends were moving forward with their lives; getting their first “big kid” job, moving into an apartment with friends or their significant other, getting engaged, etc., I felt like I was moving in reverse. How could moving back in with my parents and having no job prospects (except waiting for 9 months to leave for TZ) be what was in store for a recent college grad? Essentially I had a lot of time to think about the decision I had made.
Now, less then two weeks until departure, I can say that I have never been more confident in a decision. I never wanted to get a 9 to 5 and sit at a desk doing something that I don’t really care about, answering to someone who doesn’t really care about me. I wanted to do something meaningful; something with purpose and this decision could not have been more fulfilling of those wants. While leaving my family and others that I care about for two years has been difficult to come to terms with, I know that in the long run two years is very minuscule in the whole of my life (I attended college for double that and where the heck did that time go?!).
I appreciate everyone who has helped me get to this point in my life and not just on my journey to the Peace Corps. I cannot thank my family enough for raising me to be the person I am in this moment and instilling in me the confidence to even fathom this venture. Again, I couldn’t have made this decision based on others thoughts and feelings, but I can say that having support and encouragement has made this process just that much easier and solidified the obviousness of my choice.