Welcome...this is where it all begins..dun dun dunnn

Hello, Hola and welcome, welcome, welcome to my little blog. For the next two years and three months I thought Id share this next chapter of my life. For all of you who already know this opportunity, the Peace Corps, has been something Ive long wanted since middle school. Middle school!? Dang, right? Its been a long time coming and everyday I still cant believe its happening in less then a hundred days, eeehhhh. Before I ramble on at 100mph let me share with you a little about this decision. Bare with me for those who know it like the back of their hand, I think you all know who you are :). Here goes:

My father back in 1985 became a Peace Corps volunteer and spent his time serving in San Marcos, Santa Barbara, Honduras. During his time of service he met my mother, a Honduran elementary  teacher. Growing up hands down I got the best bedtime stories. No Mr. Humpty Dumpty, Cinderella, three wolves and a girl in red status stories. I grew up on the adventures of my father an American in a third world country and the daily life of a conservative yet influential Honduran lady. Stitching up eyeballs, having cockroaches tickle your back side in a port-a-potty, etc. Gnarly and pretty rad! oh not to mention their stinkin cute fairy tale love story, which someday I hope to write a book about. OK seeee..100mph side tracked. So as I was saying growing up hearing stories from my dad I was intrigued by the adventure he had not to mention the impact he made in my mothers small town.  As I got older and realized the importance of helping others and giving back .I made the conscience decision to one day apply. It is during my college years I began to learn more about our world and our relationships with it. I learned a lot of good as well as a lot of disappointingly bad stuff. On a side note I am fortunate to have a mother who is not from here and once had negative views of America due to its history with Honduras.

During my time in college as a History major (now Spanish) I was able to understand more in depth why her views on this country were the way they were and the importance of international relationships. The United States is one awesome country in many ways, but it is not the only awesome country. We as many (countries) attribute to a beautiful world and it is important to recognize this. We all need each other in one way or another

.Soooooo on the night of February the 27th after a long day working in the restaurant business I sat down on my laptop and did what I normally did. Checked my mail, browsed through Facebook, read the funny missed connections on Craigslist, and browsed the web. Impulsively and spontaneously as I can be I decided out of nowhere that night I was going to apply. At 4:27 am the next morning I submitted a few essays and my application. DONE! SUBMIT! Whatever life has here after is now up to the person on the other side of that screen I thought. Closed my laptop, giggled inside at what had just happened  and went to sleep.

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to be continued.....




**PS. I must apologize for ANY and ALL grammatical errors I may make I am quite the cluts at writing.