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. I had spent a good chunk of my life telling others’ stories and I realized I didn’t have one myself. I wanted to go into the world find my story and Peace Corps continued to yell at me as the way to do it. 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 went back to Africa and life as a volunteer.
This is my life in Lesotho. It’s gloriously messy. It’s full of doubts and realizations. But it’s my life and I am proud to be here and serve my country. These are my stories as I manage my way through a foreign country and the ins and outs of my soul.
After this, 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. Although I believe in accurate representations, I must respect my school, community and Peace Corps, so some details may seem vague or purposely left out. I often change names to protect those involved.