Simba

I just finished watching the movie "The Vow". The female character loses her memory. The last thing she can recall is a time during law school. She is probably mid-20s. She is engaged. But now in present time, she has a different husband and had become an artist. She can't figure out how she changed so much and went from point A to point B.

Besides being a tremendous love story, it makes you wonder about speaking to a high school or undergraduate version of yourself and telling them where you are today and all the things you've done.

I would have expected myself to go to law school or grad school for psychology by now; probably to have stayed in Michigan. Perhaps seeing the shocked look on my own face when I describe Rwanda or living in Boston, would be a great joy. Such pride I can take in myself for accomplishing these things; which is actually why I chose to join the Peace Corps in the first place. Like many things done in life, it was selfish. I wanted something I could point to with simple, unadulterated pride.

It's been practically a year to the day that I came home. I'm still working through a host of emotions that came along with the experience. Simple isn't a word that can easily be put in the same sentence with Peace Corps; but I've never been more proud.

I've been wanting to bring some closure to this blog. Everything previously felt forced so I never published it. This feels right. So I shall end by saying - this is just the beginning. If you are still here reading, good luck out there. Life is a beautiful adventure and it's been a privilege sharing a bit of it with you.