This season has been one of clarity and transformation, truly one of the best of my life. I'll always be grateful for my Peace Corps experience.
When
I applied for the Peace Corps nearly three years ago, my recruiter said that my
application wasn’t strong enough. At the time, Peace Corps was suffering from budget cuts--resulting in few service opportunities--so in order for me to be competitive, I had a lot of work to do.
My recruiter
advised me to take formal language classes, do more volunteer work and get more
teaching experience. I
had three months to get my act together. And I’m glad that I did.
My
experience in the Peace Corps has been some kind of everything –mainly
awesome—and I’m forever grateful for this season of growth, service and for the
rich and rewarding relationships that I was immersed in these days.
It’s
hard for me to believe that my time in Lesotho is up, though. Today is my last day of service and I am boarding a plane to America.
I
joined Peace Corps to be of service to others, my way of thanking God for all my blessings. I didn’t know what to expect in
Lesotho, or what I was doing as I taught and served.
Funny thing is that I
learned and received way more than I taught and gave. I lived with a selfless
host family who wrapped me with tender arms of warmth, protection and love. My
host siblings –those little chocolate nuggets—and my host mom, colored my life,
kept me sane and ultimately alive during my time here.
I
worked with model Peace Corps staffers, supportive Peace Corps volunteers and
open-minded teachers who nurtured my vision and guided me to some kind of
greatness that I rarely felt before. I
daily saw children – my beautiful, brilliant students—who embodied what
resilience truly is. My life brimmed with hope and meaning, even when my
American bank account fell below $25 USD.
Alas,
this milestone did not come without sacrifice. Every day, the sun acted as my
electricity. Sometimes, a baby wipe became running water. During brutal
winters, fleece blankets posed as central heating. The list goes on: bed bugs,
diarrhea, bad transport, lack of customer service, psychopathic teachers, and
homesickness.
Back
home, I missed many engagements and weddings and births and birthdays. Haven’t
seen my loved ones in two years, and they were the ones who truly allowed me to
live out this dream with their words of encouragement, unwavering support, care
packages, cards and letters. My peace and bliss here were always their anxiety
and concern stateside.
To
their delight, I’m coming home soon.
I’ll
be a much better version of myself than when I left, for *I* developed in a
developing country!! Ha!
This experience has pressed a reset button in my life. My vision, purpose and passion are clear. And this all-encompassing season in Lesotho helped me to get there.
This experience has pressed a reset button in my life. My vision, purpose and passion are clear. And this all-encompassing season in Lesotho helped me to get there.