Yes, I am finished my Peace Corps service.
Indeed. I don’t really have much to say here, except that it’s been a wild ride, and I’d do it again in a second. If any of you ever have the chance, DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT.
I’ve learned more in two years than I thought possible; certainly I learned more than I managed to teach. The chance to see and do and meet and just . . . everything. You’ll never get an opportunity like this living comfortable yuppie lives in America. There’s nothing wrong with living a comfortable yuppie life, of course, but leaving it all isn’t nearly as hard as you think it is (and, believe it or not, the Peace Corps’ll let you use some of your readjustment allowance to settle credit card and student debt while you’re serving).
I’ve pushed my comfort zones further than they’ve ever been pushed before. I’ve had to work harder to just exist than I had work at my toughest, most interesting jobs back home. I wasn’t risk adverse before, and now . . . risk? What’s that?
At some point, I might write a retrospective, but I don’t feel like anything’s really ending right now. I’m staying in Benin. I’m starting a non-profit with the insane goal of changing the way Benin sees and uses information and communication technologies.
It’s incredibly exciting, and it feels far less like an ending than a beginning.