Tomorrow all 51 trainees will learn what community they will live and work in for the next two years. I'm nervous, excited, impatient, and terrified.
One year and four months ago I signed up to go wherever and whenever I was needed. For a year, I structured my life around this moment. I quit a full time job and worked 3 part time jobs to make ends meet. I moved with my parents, sold my car, and said so many goodbyes. I've sat through hours of tech training and lingua. I did all this to dedicate two years to a community I don't know. And tomorrow I'll be given an envelope with the name of my new home.
This day has shadowed the whole week. On Monday we had interviews with an APCD (Area Peace Corps Director) and turned in a 5 question survey on our preferences. The moment I was given the questionnaire I wished I hadn't received it. Why have us create expectations after training us not to have expectations? Until I filled out this survey I had no idea urban sites were even a possiblity. You mean electricity and running water are options?! The last question on the survey was, "If you had a magic wand to have anything at your site to make you happy, what would it be?" UGH. Well, I know bringing my nephew to Moçambique isn't an option so I ended up putting down " easy to travel to and from". The rest of the survey I left blank or gave vague answers. I can't say that I joined the peace corps because I have strong opinions about what I want to do.
In the end, I gave up to the ability to choose where I live because I just want to go here I'm needed.
As a reminder of why i'm here, Here's a picture of kids getting ready for breakfast at a local orphanage. That's also another blog post I'm working on.
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