Packed and ready to go

When the time comes, all you can do is pack your bags and go...




Much to my surprise, it all fits in my two bags and weighs less than 80lbs. I have a feeling when I look at these pictures from my new home in Africa I will be most nostalgic about how soft the carpet was. It is interesting how quickly our perspectives can change.


With everything packed up tightly and I can't help but realize there is something refreshing about being so utterly....portable.

Next stop, Ghana!

Let the Packing Begin

A few more things crossed off the list:
Sleeping Bag- check! Bike Helmet- check!

And so it begins...

I am a legacy volunteer. It means I am expected to succeed. It means my support network is endless and expectations perhaps more realistic, but it doesn't mean any of the next few years of my life will be easy.

I've already battled all of the things leading up to Peace Corps, or rather the things that draw us little lambs there in the first place. The restlessness- foot tapping the seconds of my life away, chained behind a desk by own lack of motivation in an office on the fifth floor of some building somewhere. The waiting- approximately one year to be exact, filled with paperwork endless doctors appointments, checkboxes, faxes; enough bureaucracy to kill a mailman. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. I am just convincing myself that I am truly ready to go. And, believe me- I am.

Now all that is left is to pack and go.