Monday, May 11, 2009

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, A poet, a pawn and a king...

So you tell me, how are all of those things going to fit into one duffel bag? This weekend I purchased an over sized duffel bag for my Peruvian Journey. When I woke up this morning I stared at it on my bedroom floor... it taunted me with its grey and red patches, its black and white trim laughing "how you gonna get your life in here, ha you crazy."

How was I going to get everything I needed for two years into this duffel giant? It took about 15 minutes and then I realized, well, I'm not. Things, a lot of things are going to need to stay behind. Funny. I realized I don't fit in a duffel, and I'll be needing to shed some things in order to leave. Family, Friends, Familiarity, Love, and those bomb tacos from DT L.A.

“I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, A poet, a pawn and a king; I've been up and down and over and out"... and now I need to leave all that behind because it doesn't fit in my sierra duffel.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


WOooooooooooo WHoooooooo. So, I received an email today titled Peace Corps Peru Staging info. I instantly got that tingling sensation in my stomach, my body was confused and didn't know whether to throw up or jump for joy. I think it was adrenaline, yes, it had to be. It was reminiscent of the feeling I had right before I leaped out of a plane, or right before that kiss you know the one, right before a big speech or swinging at a pitch with the count being 2 and 3, last inning lights in my face with our team being down by one. I didn't even have to read the rest, I had it and it's real and it's here.

Staging info includes information on my departure including how to schedule my flight. The overarching meaning for me is that my departure will occur and is creeping up rapidly.