(What I Got) Out of Africa

A Brief Peace Corps Experience Told in Short Breaths and Countless Letters

Sunday, September 14, 2003

14 September 2003

I just got really scared.

Like really really scared. I'm sitting alone in this hotel room with Neville the Wonder Dog in Narok all alone. I guess this is when the panic sets in. I don't know if I can do this.

Everything I own--all my worldly possessions--is in this room (and it's ALOT for Africa!). And I can't believe I gave up America for a kerosene lamp and a spastic dog.

I know I can do this.

But do I want to?

Sunday, September 07, 2003

7 September 2003

I'm listening to the Spring Break Mix CD I made my sophmore year.

I'm missing home right now. Well, not so much home, but college. It's so strange to me that life in America is going on without me. Classes have started at William and Mary. Rush has probably begun.

I have this sort of vision in my head of what William and Mary is like right now--sunny, warm (verging on hot). I can see the campus in my mind's eye. I can almost smell that piney scent of the trees, the smell of my dorm room, the smell of my roommate.

But in many ways, I'm excited to be here. I can't wait to move into my site and start Living in Africa! Before I got here, I thought it would be okay to leave early. But now, I don't want to. It's like I want to prove to myself that I CAN do this.