15 months it has been.
15 months since I pressed submit.
15 months since I applied.
Over the past 15 months, not an hour has gone by where Peace Corps hasn’t crossed my mind. In these past 15 months, I’ve experienced tears of joy, tears of loss, and tears of confusion. I was assigned to the country of my dreams, then just weeks before my departure date, I was reassigned to a place where I never really pictured myself. Of course I was devastated by such an abrupt reassignment, but now that I’ve had time to ponder my situation, I really can’t imagine going anywhere else. I was comfortable with South America–perhaps too comfortable. I understand Spanish; I understand Catholicism; I believe that I at least sort of understand Ecuador. Read More