I could have never predicted how I would have gone in life.
Ten years ago, I was a first year college student. I was about what you’d expect: pretentious, naive, a bit depressed, but full of idealism. I was majoring in film, with lots of words but no real plan for what I was going to do with that.
Since then, I have done amazing things.
I’ve taken my lifelong fascination with travel further than I ever thought it could go. I’ve had real adventures, the kinds you read about in books. I have brushed my teeth at the foot of Mount Everest, explored ancient temples in India, shopped in Manila’s famous malls, hung out at Guatemalan orphanages, climbed remote sections of the Great Wall and taken the slow boat to Timbuktu. I have stories that would hold their own at even the grittiest expat bar.
I have been true to my ideals of helping people. I’ve spent nearly four of those ten years as a Peace Corps volunteer. Through this, I’ve taught thousands, ran a summer camp, taught African villagers how to make movies, founded a library, saved a baby, facilitated cultural understanding, counseled the hopeless, and touched no small number of lives. There are people around the world who will always remember me.
I’ve kept learning. I graduate with honors and I have just now been accepted into some top graduate programs. I can now speak four languages. I’ve learned to cook to an extreme degree- I can even make my own cheese. I have read thousands of books.
I’ve made friends with some great people. I have contacts all over the world, and love hearing about the interesting things my friends are doing. My family is far away, but they appreciate what I have been doing. My mom has been able to visit me abroad twice (and I visited her abroad once) and I’m glad I have been able to show her such remote and amazing parts of the world.
It’s been a hell of a journey, and honestly I feel like the good part is just starting!