I think I can. I think I can.

My mother is wearing a shirt that I almost bought a week ago. Thank God I didn’t buy it. I’d forgotten how relaxing it is to take the train to. It’s nice to have that dead time to read, doze, do homework, or just catch up on life-in-general. There’s also something that saying “I take the train to work” implies; I’m not sure what it is, but it’s interesting.



Now that I have my nomination, it’s like everything I’ve been talking about for the last several years has all of a sudden come crashing into reality. It’s not “yeah, I plan on going into the Peace Corps when I graduate, and yeah, Francophone Africa would be neat.” It’s “I’m going to West Africa as a PCV when I graduate.” It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s an enormous shift...



Nomination. West Africa. July. Cross your fingers. Man, I sweat blogging so bad. Anyway, tune in to this mad bat channel for updates as things get closer. Or further, as the case may be.раскрутка