ORIGINAL POST: September 14,2007
I've hinted at the idea since January. Many of you know that my brief jaunts around the world have only aggrivated my travel itch and left me unsatisfied. Now, the bigger adventures will come to fruition. I've applied to and been accepted by a New Zealand-based volunteer network to take my nursing skills abroad. I'm expected in Nairobi, Kenya on the 1st of March.
I'm going to East Africa.
I've given a two-month commitment initially. Afterwords, I may choose to extend my time in that position, take on any of dozens of other volunteer projects in the area, or start gallivanting down the African coast as I am wont to do. The possibilities are overwhelming, and if all goes to plan financially I will be gone six months to a year.
I've known for about two weeks now and my head is still swimming in the gravity of it all. I've been slow to tell everyone simply because it feels to amazing to be real. I can thank Sue, my boss, for quickly outing me as soon as she was in the know on Monday. My mom is supportive, though I can sense the apprehension in hear voice. She does stuff like that, I think 'cause she birthed me. I told my father last night. I braced myself for wary sighs and overly safe, practical dissuasion. Instead, I got understanding and encouragement. I didn't give him enough credit. He said he was proud of me, and it felt so good to hear that.
I still have so many questions and so many preparations to make and five and a half months to figure it out. I'm just beside myself. How will this change me? What kind of person will I be in a year? How will this rearrange my entire concept of life an priority? The speculation is making it difficult to type.
Kenya. Fuck.
I've hinted at the idea since January. Many of you know that my brief jaunts around the world have only aggrivated my travel itch and left me unsatisfied. Now, the bigger adventures will come to fruition. I've applied to and been accepted by a New Zealand-based volunteer network to take my nursing skills abroad. I'm expected in Nairobi, Kenya on the 1st of March.
I'm going to East Africa.
I've given a two-month commitment initially. Afterwords, I may choose to extend my time in that position, take on any of dozens of other volunteer projects in the area, or start gallivanting down the African coast as I am wont to do. The possibilities are overwhelming, and if all goes to plan financially I will be gone six months to a year.
I've known for about two weeks now and my head is still swimming in the gravity of it all. I've been slow to tell everyone simply because it feels to amazing to be real. I can thank Sue, my boss, for quickly outing me as soon as she was in the know on Monday. My mom is supportive, though I can sense the apprehension in hear voice. She does stuff like that, I think 'cause she birthed me. I told my father last night. I braced myself for wary sighs and overly safe, practical dissuasion. Instead, I got understanding and encouragement. I didn't give him enough credit. He said he was proud of me, and it felt so good to hear that.
I still have so many questions and so many preparations to make and five and a half months to figure it out. I'm just beside myself. How will this change me? What kind of person will I be in a year? How will this rearrange my entire concept of life an priority? The speculation is making it difficult to type.
Kenya. Fuck.