The
travel bug. Something that seems more like a disease in the sense that you are
born with it and it never really goes away versus something temporary that you
catch. I have been infected with this disease, if you will, sine I can
remember. Moving every few years, visiting family that were spread across the
United States and continuing traveling though my studies and now through my
work has allowed me to visit and live in some of the most interesting, at the
very least, places in the world. At this stage of the game I want to believe
that when...
Friday, December 27, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems
Peace
Corps is hard. Development work is harder. There are things that we do to
ourselves to make our lives more complicated, drinking too much and having a
hangover when it is already 100°F, and there are things that
the world does to us and make us wonder why, such as people stabbing your already
overworked donkey, but I will elaborate more on that later. With all these
things being said when work is going well or, more or less, your way, it is
something to celebrate and appreciate. When you find yourself in this rare
ideal you tend to see,...
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