Moving: the good, the bad, the pigeon poop.

This is not a “what I packed” blog. Frankly, I’m not that organized at the moment and am just thankful to have my bags packed and sitting by the front door considering my flight is in 8 hours. That post will come later. This is a series of unfortunate events blog based on my packing…

No sleep till Windhoek.

Preface: that is a picture of me avoiding sideways hail on the Oregon coast last weekend but it’s also pretty symbolic of how I feel about moving halfway across the world sometimes. Attractive, I know. “Are you excited? Scared? Ready?” See: last post. (Hint: all of the above). That’s what everyone’s been asking me lately….

It’s okay to be scared.

“It’s okay to be scared. Being scared means you’re about to do something really, really brave.” Deciding to do something like move to the other side of the world is a big deal. I would argue that moving away from anywhere you call home is daunting for the majority of people. While preparing to begin…

Doctors and dentists and needles, oh my.

Ah, the Peace Corps medical clearance process. I’m not going to lie – when I received my invitation I really put it on the backburner. I’m a great procrastinator when I want to be. Visa application? Done. Passport application? Check. Aspiration statement? Easy. Health “stuff”? Avoided at all costs. Finally, three weeks went by and I…

New year, new home.

In three months I’ll be moving 10,000 miles away to volunteer with the Peace Corps. Here’s the what/when/where/why and my thoughts on this experience.