Thanks, Steve

I think I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but I'm kind of okay with that.

Facing the upcoming portion of the semester (uh, finals) has made everything seem kind of impossible of late, but I got some good advice from my brother-in-law Steve last week. I was starting to feel like joining the Peace Corps is crazy and ridiculous and not that wise. People who aren't American eat bugs, right? Right.

Anyway, in an effort to assuage the fears of people who will worry about me while I'm gone, I had been focusing on how innocuous and safe it will be, but when Steve said I should go to the scariest place possible, I immediately remembered all the reasons I want to go.

Thanks, Steve.

Still, I am pretty sure that I have no idea what really lies ahead. As is true with many things, you can never know what it will be like until you do it. Grrrrrrr. Let's do it!