yakima
let me tell you a story about this time that i moved to yakima washington and worked with kids. its not a happy story or a love story or even a good story but it is the truth and sense the truth is the only thing worth talking about i guess thats all it is.
last summer i graduated from college, bought a car, and drove across the country by myself. i had no fear only anticipation. the town i moved to is small, hot, and incredibly segregated. much of the population speaks no english and has a perpetual fear of INS. the kids here can hardly read but many of them love to learn. they love to play games and hear stories. they especially love to smile and laugh and give hugs. i have yet to meet one that doesn't deserve the best in life but i still haven't met one that has any chance of receiving the help that i got as a kid. and so when i was offered the opportunity to stay and help these smiling, loving, amazing children for one more year before i took on the "real world" i was torn. i'm still torn, i don't know what i'll do next year. a huge part of me wants to stay but i know if i do stay i will be giving up something 5 years strong that has faltered in recent weeks due to my own need for adventure.
whether i stay or not this year has taught me more about myself then all of the 21 years preceding it. yakima may not be the hippest coolest town. but for a high desert town it somehow endeared itself to me. i hate it and i love it. hopefully i can figure this whole question out soon. sooner then later anyway?
last summer i graduated from college, bought a car, and drove across the country by myself. i had no fear only anticipation. the town i moved to is small, hot, and incredibly segregated. much of the population speaks no english and has a perpetual fear of INS. the kids here can hardly read but many of them love to learn. they love to play games and hear stories. they especially love to smile and laugh and give hugs. i have yet to meet one that doesn't deserve the best in life but i still haven't met one that has any chance of receiving the help that i got as a kid. and so when i was offered the opportunity to stay and help these smiling, loving, amazing children for one more year before i took on the "real world" i was torn. i'm still torn, i don't know what i'll do next year. a huge part of me wants to stay but i know if i do stay i will be giving up something 5 years strong that has faltered in recent weeks due to my own need for adventure.
whether i stay or not this year has taught me more about myself then all of the 21 years preceding it. yakima may not be the hippest coolest town. but for a high desert town it somehow endeared itself to me. i hate it and i love it. hopefully i can figure this whole question out soon. sooner then later anyway?