My departure date for D.C. draws near, and I am left to think about the final challenge before service begins, my stuff. The Peace Corps gives very specific constraints dealing with mass and volume so volunteers dont bring a Uhaul-worth of shit with them to service. Here you can see my pile so far. It was organized, but since I am constantly using or changing things that go into the pile, it is slightly unsightly. My roomate left with 61 lbs in 2 bags for Benin, Africa which will be the weight to beat.
I can feel the interpersonal pressure that many volunteers mention in their journals. There is a feeling of strain because there are so many people I would love to see before I go, but realistically I know I won’t see half of them. I would venture to think it is a similar feeling that all people share after finishing school. The only difference is with graduation there is a gradual fading away, instead of a rigid date.
I’m not trying to sound depressing, because I’m not depressed. I’m excited as hell about the Peace Corps, but the time I have to wait just gives me weeks to ponder the uncertainties.
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I felt the same way before I went to work for State abroad, which is I much rather it just COME then waiting around for it anxiously/nervously to COME. But the Peace Corps will be awesome, make sure to post some photos and experiences (and of course, it wouldn’t be a Peace Corps experience without plenty of liberal observations).