Getting ready

I've had my suitcases open in the living room for a week now and they are mostly filled. The contents change daily. A few things I will not part with: pictures of family and friends, camera, write in the rain notebook, journal, and In the Shadow of Man by Jane Goodall. The other things are self explanatory but Goodall's book has particular sentimental value. It was my mother's when she was young and I have made a habit of reading it at the beginning of every field position I've ever taken. Not only is it a tremendous story, but somehow it gives me courage when starting something brand new. Goodall accepts her position with no previous professional training and dives into observing one of man's closest relatives; the chimpanzee. Her passion/obsession drives her. It reminds me to listen to what my mom has always encouraged me to do: pursue my passions and dreams.

With one week to go I feel as though everything is a blur. I am so excited about leaving! I can't wait! So much to do and so little time. I've had to start goodbyeing already. I saw my mom in Ohio this weekend and it was a very nice visit. A bit sad but good. I've been trying to prepare myself as much as I can with the whole goodbye thing but I hate it. It probably isn't even possible to prepare for that. Here in Granite, in addition to helping me prepare equipment and packing stuff, Dad and Terri Kaye have been there for me when I couldn't help thinking about how much I was going to miss everyone. Mostly now I've been focused on how awesome of a trip this is going to be.

A new chapter

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Well, here goes the beginning of a new chapter in life.


I’ve thought about joining the peace corps since the winter of my sophomore year in college. Though the idea was present nothing was concrete until March of 2007 when I sent in my application. It has not been a precipitous decision either. I have spent the last 10 months explaining to my family and friends, writing essays, interviewing, filling out paperwork, getting shots …the list goes on. Now the time has come.
I’m going to be in Madagascar in two weeks.

Some of you may never understand why I would want to leave the country for two years to live in a developing nation. I have two reasons. Good will and adventure.

Originally, I had extraordinary visions of somehow making the world a better place. Perhaps I could change the savagely unequal distribution of wealth, the misuse of resources, the way people think. Realistically, in two years I know I won’t be able to change the tide. This is just a start of things I can do to make a difference. I would say that the Peace Corps is more like throwing pennies in a wishing well. I’m still making waves, just small ones, and over time you have a lot of change.

Mostly, I believe that those with the greatest need should be helped first. I hope to gain great satisfaction in knowing I at least tried to understand and do something about the problems facing the people and resources in the developing world. How else can you truly understand unless you are there experiencing first hand?

This is where my adventuresome side comes in. I never tire of experiencing new places, foods, and surroundings. I purposely chose the African and Central American regions on my application because tropical areas support the highest amount of biological diversity. To illustrate my sentiments is one of my new favorite quotes by John K. Townsend, a bird collector in 1849:
“None but a naturalist can appreciate a naturalists feelings-his delight amounting to ecstasy-when a specimen such as he has never before seen meets his eye.”