I've been waiting for sixteen months. And my departure date has almost arrived! When I didn't take a solid job, like the ones that the UM Med school was offering straight out of school because I didn't want to have to break a serious commitment, I knew I was taking a risk. When I took my savings and traveled for six months, I hoped that I wouldn't regret it. To sit here, a week from departure, after not having lived more than two months in any one place for the last year, knowing that I will be living in one community in Panama for the next two years is a bit intimidating.
As they say: Ships are safest in port... but that's not what ships are for.
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The Next Twenty-seven Months of My Life. As a Peace Corps Volunteer
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