Friday, May 18, 2007

2 weeks Pre-Departure

Its soon. June ninth I'm off. Destination: Accra, Ghana.

There is so much to do before then.
Las Cruces goodbyes. Moving out. Driving across the country. Packing. Eaton goodbyes. Otterbein goodbyes. All these goodbyes. People act as if I'm not coming back. Like I am going off to fight a war. People keep asking if I'm scared or nervous or sad. But, really I'm just excited. To me it feels more like an adventure I'm to embark upon. Everything about it just feels right.

At the moment, there is all this suspense. So many things to wander about:

What will the family I live with during training be like? Will the treat me as an equal?
Are the other volunteers close to my age?
Do I really have to wear close-toed shoes all the time? I love sandals.
Is my hair going to go into dreds from always washing it in a bucket? Will there really only be a bucket for bathing?
Will I need to learn to use a washboard?
Will I be able to use English very often, or will I have to get good at Twi?
Will they teach me sign language at training? I hope so.
Should I take lots of art supplies, or should I just use what is available?
Will there be any chocolate in Ghana?
Will I ever have any alone time?
Is everyone going to ask about the idiocy of the Bush Administration?
What will I miss the most?
What will be the most changed when I come back?
Will I ever come back during the 27 months?
What part of Ghana will I be in? Will there have been a PCV there before me?
Will I be able to get the new Harry Potter book to read this summer?
Will my box of books I'm going to ship before I leave arrive?
Will I want to stay there when my 2 years are up?
Will I be able to handle coming back to the abundance of America?


I feel no hesitation whatsoever about doing this. I have no worries. Life will take care of me. What is supposed to happen, will. I think I have found my life's path. I'm just going to let it carry me.