Falling Off the Face of America

(I had to write these journals for a class this past Spring. Thought a few entries would make a good preface for my blog... )

February 21, 2011 

As one of my friends so eloquently put it, soon I’ll be falling off the face of America. I dreamed again about the Peace Corps, at least about my placement. I don’t remember this dream though, so this will only serve as an indicator of my mental state: anxious. I’ve spent so much time thinking about finding out where I’m going and the other more romantic parts of the Peace Corps. I also vicariously think about other people’s service. Since I cannot imagine my own I envision theirs based on the stories they’ve told and the pictures they’ve painted. I spend little time thinking about the realities of my own service. Yesterday I imagined for a minute receiving my placement and the reality of leaving home for two plus years. In seconds I thought about how much I have changed in the past two years and how much my friends and family have changed. I will be stepping away, and then stepping back two years later with all of those changes having taken place without interaction between me and them.