In the spring of 2009, I returned home from the dusty, red dirt roads of kenya. A place where you pass zebra on the highways, and make new friends every time you walk outside. I returned to a sterile, florescent cubical in Chicago- staring at a computer- 90% of my day and body motionless aside from the frantic tap, tap, tap on my keyboard.
I remembered dreaming about what I wanted to be when I grew up- this life somehow escaped my list- yet here I sit, in the blinding light of my computer screen. Left wondering where was the pamphlet on globe trotting in my high school counselors office? What college offers courses in world adventure? Why do people discriminate gypsies, and how do I join the clan?
All these thoughts rain down on me, like my life flashing before my eyes- which may sound a bit dramatic- but I can literally feel the life being sucked from every pore of my body. I need to make a drastic change. I need to do something crazy. I need to join the Peace Corps.
A year later, almost to the day, I received my invite for Swaziland. I admit I had no idea where it was on a map at first, but am excited I get to call this tiny little country home for 2 years. It may be overwhelming at times, and i’m sure i’ll have my fair share of challenges, but sometimes “crazy” is the only way to be sane.
Now, the Peace Corps has lead me in a new direction. I have choosen to leave my post and venture out on my own. I have made a change; a choice to live in Swaziland and call it my home. I am working, and living in Mbabane- enjoying new friendships and traveling around Africa.
Enjoy reading all about the adventure!