The Peace Corps idea first struck when I was a college sophomore, fresh off my first heart break and full of possibility. The idea later died to reality and I chose to purse a journalism career after college. Seven months into my first reporting gig in another state, I was unsure if I really could be a journalist, a struggle that still continues, so I took a marketing job. With a new direction and back in my hometown, I realized that the Peace Corps dream still exisited and decided I should pursue it.
Shortly after I submitted my application, I was told that I did not have enough experience. Crushed, I decided to leave Peace Corps on the “I always wanted to do that” list. But, I couldn’t let go. A year later, I attended an information session and decided to try once more. Twelve months later, the invitation came.
Last July, I went to Niger to serve as a Community and Youth Development volunteer in a tiny village in the eastern region of Zinder. It was good. It was hard. It was right. Then, my world turned upside down, leaving me in a frazzled, depressed state.
Then, another invite came. In October, two days after my 27th birthday, I will go back to Africa and life as a volunteer.
For the next two years, this blog will contain stories from my service. After that, well, we’ll see.
It also needs to be noted that the thoughts and opinions expressed on this blog are mine only and in no shape or form represent those of the United States Peace Corps. Also, it is my job to serve my country in another and any unfavorable opinions I may have of Lesotho or the Peace Corps will not be indicated on this blog. We keep it happy here, folks.