On February eighteenth I am flying to Washington DC and on February Nineteenth I leave to begin what is sure to be the most exciting adventure of my life so far.
Twenty seven months serving as a PCV in Panama. In just under three weeks I will be living one of my biggest dreams. Maybe I am a cliché for blogging about it, maybe I won't even be able to blog about it and this will be the only post, maybe you're saying to yourself, "gee willikers, people still blog," but somewhere deep inside of me I want to share my story with the spot deep inside of you that wants to hear it and I want to do it in a way that isn't obnoxious. This is that way.
This will be the story of my two years as a environmental conservation volunteer. This will be my story of transition and blending with an unfamiliar culture. My story of isolation from the life I know. Of practically using my degree in a big way for the first time. Of adventure. Of learning and accepting. Struggle and triumph. Growing and becoming. Above all else this is the continued story of my life. As much as I have tried to be prepared, I am still not a hundred percent sure what to expect. Its scary, I am really scared, really, really nervous, but mostly I am excited and most importantly I am ready.
