A Month at The Orphanage

Tomorrow is my last day at the orphanage.  It’s strange how attached I’ve gotten to these kids over the last 28 days.  I’m so glad I was among the five who got to spend time here.  I can’t even begin to explain how amazing and frustrating this month has been.  But it has been entirely worth it.  Now I set my sights back to my town–Bhalil.  I hope I can make as big of a difference there as I have in this village.  Over the course of the school year, I will have plenty of opportunities.  I just need to be myself and grab them.  I want to work my ass off so I can deserve next summer.  I’m crossing my fingers.

I am still trucking along with the 50-Day Memory Challenge.  Remember, if you want to attempt it, just send me a link and I will set you up with my 200 subscribers.

Day Eight: Kicked out of a Bar

This Feels Like Posh Corps

So I attended The First Annual El Jadida Grand Prix today.  We found a good spot at a corner and watched rally cars take the 300-degree turn at speeds that would make my car back home flip.  It was fascinating to see.  I’ve never been to anything like that–even in The States.  I suddenly realized what Posh Corps means.  While most of the people in the Peace Corps experience poverty and constrained diets, I am living in a metropolitan city…and a three minute walk from a large super market.  For the most part, I am in the Posh Corps.  Though Posh Corps does have it’s downsides….namely harassment.

Anyway, today is Day Four of The 50-Day Memory Challenge.  This one is a strange one from 2010.

Day Four: The Injured Goose

The End of Baseball Season

 

My family and I went to the Rockies Game last night.  I wanted to go to one last game before the Peace Corps.  My family was more excited about the fireworks after the game.  In the end, so was I.  We lost the game…15-5.  It was quite a terrible experience.  But the fireworks after the game were amazing as always.  This is one of the worst seasons we’ve had in a while.  Now, with the end of the baseball season upon us, I have to find a team to root for…while I continue to root against the Yankees.

To go with the theme of baseball, I decided to share one of my best memories at Coors Field in Denver.  This is a memory I haven’t shared until yesterday.  It is a memory that I cherish…and I hope you do to.  Enjoy!

Day Eighteen: Batting Practice

 

More Memories to Come

I have been neglecting my writing a bit too much in the past month.  I am trying to get back in the swing of things now that the final draft of “The Stagner Chronicle” is complete.  Getting back is easy with things like the Memory Challenge.  I am going to try to do one each day like I originally intended.

With 39 days until I leave for the Peace Corps, I can’t help but find myself evaluating my life and decisions.  My time in Fort Collins has been fun, but it is time for me to move on.  I can’t wait to start my service–even if I am scared.  Even my back up plans–for if the Peace Corps doesn’t pan out–have me somewhere other than Colorado.  I just need to find my own life.  I can’t wait for it to start.  39 days is too long…

Day Sixteen: Lightning in the Cemetery