25 days seems like a really long time at this very moment. Yes, I still have A LOT more that I need to do to prepare myself, but I just want to leave. The longer I linger the more this urge to BUST OUT grows. Yes, I am nervous. Yes, I am scared, Yes, I am worried, excited, unsure, anxious, yes, yes, yes! But the longer I remain here stuck in this terrible stage I call "All Talk and No Action," the more I just want to go. A friend of mine told me once that she's from a family of beavers because they are always doing something; visiting friends, cooking, building something, crafting a trinket, just something. Well, I am a beaver too, and this beaver is about to gnaw down the dam if the show doesn't get on the road soon.
Aside from being mentally ready to go, a big part of the reason why I want to get the heck out of here is simply that I am sick of talking to people who have nothing good to say about the Peace Corps, about Africa, about anything. Today I was told that the Peace Corps is just a cover up government agency that actually just feeds into the CIA. Apparently in my near future I will be spying on Islamic persons in Paris. My tolerance for the naive has reached it's threshold, and mama beaver is about to blow wood chip chunks. That is really all that I can say in response to this claim. Please know that I will never work for the CIA. This job will be the only US government affiliated position that I ever hold.
25 more days, and I got my pac today! (F.Y.I. a pac is just an extra large back pack that is used for serious camping or hiking) It is huge and I cannot wait to fill it up with all sorts of useful trinkets. Oh the smell of packing a new bag with new goodies whilst moving down a new path in life. Ah, I love it, so fresh and alarmingly plastic-y...I guess more then the smell of my pac will be alarming in the next 27 months : )
Peace and love